Meagan and Michael, first time

[Goodwrench]

Meagan entered the kitchen. She was wearing white bra and panties, white lace garter belt, and white thigh high stockings. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she was wearing a small amount of makeup, just enough to highlight her eyes and lips, and blend her cheeks into a smooth matrix, giving a slight hue of pink creamy softness. She smiled at Michael, then giggled, then laughed out loud at what she was about to do. Michael stood in a pair of silk boxer shorts, and a black athletic shirt. He and Meagan had talked several times about how much fun a sensual food fight would be, but neither of them actually thought it would ever come to fruition.
“So how do I look?” Asked Meagan, with a huge smile plastering her face.
“Stunning!” Replied Michael. He was also grinning ear to ear as he drank in the image of the athletic, but feminine form before him. He was also grinning maniacally as he watched Meagan’s warm brown eyes nervously scan the ‘ingredients’ he had prepared. Meagan’s eyes usually matched her personality to a ‘T’. Warm, jovial, genuine and carefree, but now she had a tenseness to her face that probably matched the anxious knot in her stomach as the magnitude of what was really about to happen became clear. She continued to smile, because she really was excited at the prospect of WAM, but this being her first time, and actually seeing the kitchen fully prepped, made her mixed emotions almost unbearable. She looked up at Michael. He was a WAM solo pro, and an amateur with a partner, but the look in his eyes made Meagan realize the full excitement and passion that was coursing through the room. He was looking at her with such an intense hunger her knees quaked with anticipation. She felt her nipples becoming erect under the lace of her bra, and when she shifted her weight, and the soft lycra blend of her white panties caressed her clean shaved pussy, she detected the first hint of dampness that soon wouldn’t matter with all the foods that would be flowing over, under and between her and Michael. She scanned Michael’s average, but defined build. The cotton athletic shirt hugged his modest pecs; his shoulder and arm muscles bared so she saw every ripple. She gazed down his V shaped torso to his shorts, were an obvious bulge snapped her back to the present. She knew what he had in store for her, and she knew her inexperience had Michael thinking he was going to be conducting the messy lesson. But Meagan was an assertive person, and at that moment she decided she would turn the tables and provide him with the lesson. She looked at the table covered with a sheet of plastic, and on the plastic sat dozens of bowls, plates and containers. She saw bowls of jelly, raw eggs, spaghetti, baked beans, cake batter, partially melted butter, tomato soup, cream of mushroom soup, split pea soup, Jell-O, rice pudding, cream pies, tubs of coolwhip, maple syrup, chocolate syrup, and strawberry syrup. She picked up a cream pie, and stuck her finger in it, withdrawing a dollop of cream. She looked up at Michael, batted her eyes, cocked her hips, and swaggered toward him. Michael’s eyes widened in aroused anticipation as Meagan drew her finger to her mouth, sucked the cream off her finger, closed he eyes in mock enjoyment and moaned “Mmmmmmmmm….” At this point she was standing against Michael, the soft skin of her belly pressed against his abdomen, her firm breast grazed his chest. She opened her eyes, looked hungrily at Michael and gyrated her pelvis against his crotch.
“It’s soooooo good!” Meagan moaned, “You should try it.”
Michael gulped as he realized what would happen next. SPLAT! Meagan hit Michael full force in the face with the cream pie! Overspray flew everywhere; Against the plastic sheet protecting the wall, against the unprotected ceiling, onto Michael’s chest, and a large dollop landed on Meagan’s thigh. The cool cream caressed her bare thigh just above her stocking, and she shuddered at the exquisite feeling of the slop. Michael gasped, and Meagan knew he would regain his composure soon, so she bolted to the table, grabbed a bowl of baked beans and a bowl of spaghetti, and stepped back to Michael’s side. He was just wiping the cream out of his eyes when Meagan upended the bowl of baked beans over his head. PLOP! out of the bowl, and slowly began to oblige gravity, and track down his head and neck, leaving little trails of slime behind as they went. Meagan giggled uncontrollably as Michael’s mouth gaped open in amazement at what this WAM-virgin was doing to him, and she promptly dumped the bowl of spaghetti over his head to join the baked beans. It slid off the right side of his head, hitting his bare shoulder with a GLOOP, mostly splattering to the floor, but some strands staying behind. Meagan laughed right out loud at the tomato sauce and squiggles of spaghetti clinging to his arm. She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the table. She was strong, and Michael didn’t resist. He was starting to enjoy the take charge attitude his WAM partner was taking.
“So you started with dessert, then you sampled some entrees, how about an appetizer?” asked Meagan as she grabbed a bowl of split pea soup with one hand, and the back of his athletic shirt with the other, and proceeded to pour the cold lumpy slime down his back. Michael stiffened up at the tactile sensation, and tried to take in every bit of the ecstasy as this beautiful stallion messed him up. The soup running down his back had reached the waistband of his shorts when he felt another heavy, slimy assault on his mid and upper back; “Or would you prefer the tomato soup sir?” Meagan laughed.
“They are both just spectacular” Michael managed.
Meagan pushed Michael forward, bending him over the table, and slapped a pie against his butt, then pulled back the waistband of his silk shorts, which were becoming soggier by the moment.
“Have you ever tried strawberry syrup with your pie?” giggled Meagan, and she squeezed the bottle over Michael’s two cheeks.
He felt syrup, soup and cream running and sliding down the backs of his legs, and Meagan let the waistband snap back against his skin. She ran her hands over his slippery muscular butt and giggled in enjoyment. She reached around with her right hand and grabbed a handful of jelly while with her left hand she pulled forward on his shorts, and grabbed his erect member with her jellied hand and gave a few strokes. Michael moaned in pleasure. As quickly as she began, Megan stopped and proclaimed,
“This is not fair! You’re having ALL the fun!”
Michael pulled his thoughts together and turned to Meagan. He was panting and sweating from the erotic food assault. He swallowed and stated,
“This being your first time, I was going to go easy on you, but I think you’ve got the hang of it.” With that he grabbed a jug of cake batter, and poured it over Meagan’s head. As the slime cascaded over her head and shoulders, and rivulets began running down her bare back, Meagan drew in a sharp breath, and turned her face into the flow to embrace the full effect of the glop. “She’s a natural!” Thought Michael. She felt her insides tremble as her arousal steadily increased. Michael hadn’t even touched her yet and she felt ready to let go. Before she realized the cake batter had stopped flowing, she felt a slight tug on her bra, then a cold slippery sensation on her right, then her left nipple. Michael had filled her bra with Jell-O! A moment later and a PHLOP! as he hit her belly with a cream pie. She gasped at the feelings on her skin; Heaviness on her head and hair, cool cream on her belly, cold Jell-O tickling her nipples, and a spreading warmth in her crotch. Suddenly, a shocking cold slimy sensation filled her panties. Glug, glug, glug, SPLAT! Michael had poured half a dozen eggs into the front of her white panties. A couple yolks leaked out the leg and splatted on her stockinged foot. She was becoming a mess much more quickly then she had been prepared for. Before she could protest, she felt the back waistband of her white lycra panties being pulled out, and a single heavy splugk! Michael had poured the bowl of rice pudding down the back of her panties! She then felt herself forcefully pushed to a sitting position on the table. The rice pudding squashed and squeezed everywhere. She felt the slop forced deep into her crack. She felt it bulge up toward her waistband. She felt it squish out her legs, and she felt some squeeze forward and intermingle with the slimy eggs, which flowed over her pussy lips and sent fire crackers up her spine. She reached her hands to her face, and wiped her eyes just in time to see Michael begin to squeeze dark black chocolate syrup onto her once pristine white thigh high stockings. He started at the right thigh, where the cream from her first thrown pie still clung, and made rivers run left and right down Meagan’s leg. She extended her leg and drank in the sensation of the cool thick liquid slowly seeping into the nylon. Michael reached for the maple syrup, and repeated his artwork on the left. Meagan ran her hands up and down her stockings, rubbing the sticky syrups in. She drew her feet onto the table. The shift in her position squished more rice pudding and eggs around, and the fabric of her once white panties slipped over her pussy lips. She gasped again, and grabbed Michael’s lapels with both hands pulling him close, and sliding her pelvis forward in the slop. She felt his cock pressing through the silk shorts against her slimy panties, and kissed him deeply. She looked down and decided that his crotch was too clean. She grabbed the pound of butter, and proclaimed, “I want you greased up” as she thrust it down his shorts and rubbed his cock with the smooth warm dairy. Michael felt his cock pulse, the full body sexual stimulation nearly too great. Meagan wrapped her stockinged legs around him as he pressed forward, and climbed onto the table. Meagan lay back allowing him to mount her. She felt her back and shoulders smooshing unknown messy substances and rocked left to right as Michael groped her bra clasp, unleashing her perky 36Cs. He pulled his athletic shirt over his head and reached for the first container he saw. Taking two handfuls of coolwhip, he messaged Meagan’s perfect breasts with cream as her moans become less lady like and more guttural, like an animal preparing to break free. She wildly thrashed her hands to her garter belt, tearing the garters off, lifting her pelvis, and pulling her panties to her knees. Michael began pulling his silk shorts down when Meagan grabbed him behind the neck, pulled him to the table, and rolled on top of him. Surprised, he let out a ‘yelp’! Before he could react, Meagan had stripped down to just her soggy stockings and was on top of him, his shorts stuck around his calves. Her eyes full of fire, she pinned his shoulders to the table, tilted her pelvis back, and lowered her slimy, hot pussy onto his throbbing cock. She was breathing heavy, and slowly bucking up and down. Her breasts swayed in rhythm with her hips, and the mess caused them to make soft smacking sounds. The world had fallen away around Michael, and his periphery had gone cloudy. He watched as this beautiful specimen of the female persuasion, dripping with goo rocked on top of him. He felt her loins quiver as her climax approached the point of no return. She was getting louder now, and he noticed another guttural voice in the room, his own. Meagan closed her eyes and threw her head back as the building pressure within suddenly released. She cried out as her hips and pelvis shook, and the waves of pleasure rushed down her stockinged legs to the tips of her toes, and up her spine to the crown of her head. This messy, erotic, pulsating beauty was too much for Michael, and as the pressure built in him, he climaxed with the same full body force as the gloopy goddess straddling him just had. As the waves of pleasure passed, Meagan collapsed on the table next to Michael, the two of them totally exhausted. They wrapped their arms around one another taking advantage of the immense pleasure their slippery skin provided against each other. Meagan spoke first.
“Oh. My. God!”
Michael replied, “You can say that again.”
“So, when can we do this again?” Asked Meagan.
“Well,” replied Michael, “We’ll have to go shopping, but I’m free tomorrow.”
“It’s a date!” exclaimed Meagan.
“But I’m not quite done with you yet” stated Michael as he turned her body in the slop, and began rubbing his hands up and down her body. Meagan’s nerve endings were in over load as Michael’s strong hands caressed her slimy, sticky body, and she felt a burning in her crotch again, as Michael descended to kiss and lick her pussy lips. She felt the pressure build again, and she knew their time together that day was far from over…

[mattbuck]

I like the story, but I have a few suggestions.

1) Add extra lines between paragraphs.

2) The prose is a little purple - there;s a bit too much description of clothing and bodies. It's better to sprinkle in these descriptions, let people make up their own mind about that and focus on the real interesting stuff - how they get messy.

3) Some of the paragraphs could probably stand to be broken up to make reading easier.

Still, nice.

[treacleman]

I agree with Mattbuck's points 1 and 2 but not the second point!

I liked the description of the clothing and the makeup etc. I think all the detail in the preparation adds to the anticipation of the eventual messy conclusion.

I love to read about the preparation a female goes to before a proper messy session.eg. visiting a beauty salon for new hairstyle, spray tan, makeup, trimming pubes etc. and buying nice smart clothes knowing all the time that she is going to get really messy!

Fantastic story. Keep them coming

[alext]

Separating the paragraphs a little would definitely make for easier reading, aside from that, I really enjoyed it. Excellent story Goodwrench

[Goodwrench]

Thanks alot guys! I wasn't prepared to be graded on it, but I will try to make it a little easier reading next time around!

[Lucie_Lastic]

i LOVED it xx

[Anne28]

Separating the paragraphs a little would definitely make for easier reading, aside from that, I really enjoyed it. Excellent story Goodwrench

Good point. I like your story.