World Cup Wamming (Part Four - The Final)
Posted: 18 Aug 2010, 15:55Here, at last, is the final part of my World Cup story. Sorry for the delay, seems ages since the Final now. It has been a very hectic time for me; please excuse my tardiness. The final few paragraphs are naughtier than usual, so please don’t read if you’re easily offended. Anyway, let me know what you think, I really enjoy reading your comments.
I arrived at Leona’s at around 6pm on Sunday Evening as arranged. She answered the door wearing an Orange Holland football shirt and little else and looking gorgeous as usual. She’d obviously taken a lot of care to look her best for the evening. “Don’t know why I suggested this” she groaned “I feel traitorous wearing this. We should’ve bet on last night’s game”.
“No-one cares about the 3rd place final” I said “and besides, I’m on my third shirt already, it’s only fair you trade teams now”.
“OK” she sighed “Well, good evening Pablo Honey” she giggled and gave me a big hug. “We have another guest joining us this evening, if that’s ok?”
I was a little taken aback by this as Leona led me into the living room. Sat on the sofa was a very attractive brunette who smiled widely as I entered the room.
“Hi” the brunette said
“Matt meet Sofie, Sofie this is Matt” Leona introduced us.
Sofie was also wearing an orange Netherlands shirt as a mini dress and not a lot else. She had brown shoulder length hair that was cut expensively. Sofie wasn’t quite as tall as Leona, probably about 5”7; she had great legs and her boobs were bigger than her friends, about 36D I estimated. She too had gone to a lot of trouble to look good for the evening. Her make up and hair were perfect.
“Sofie is from the Netherlands” Leona explained “so it’s two against one tonight Matt”
“I hope you don’t mind me gate-crashing like this” Sofie said almost apologetically “but Leona’s been telling me about your bets and I thought it sounded like great fun. With me having a stake in the final, Leona suggested I join in this one”
“That’s fine with me” I smiled
“So if Spain win, it’s double the fun for you, Matty” Leona giggled “you get to pie both me and Sofie”
“But, if Holland win, then you’re going to get double the messy humiliation. Both Sofie and I will really let you have it”
I gulped visibly “I have faith in Espana” I said semi confidently.
“Glad to hear it” Leona grinned “Now, shall we make some pies?”
“An early start?” I commented
“We can’t make them at half time as I’ve got something else planned” Leona announced, cryptically.
“Really, like what?” I asked
“All will be revealed soon” she replied, no less cryptically.
This time there were almost 30 pies to craft.
“My arm’s going to hurt, throwing this many pies over you two” I said.
“Nah” Sofie replied “it’s you who’s going to be the huge mess when the Dutch are ultimately victorious”
“When will that be?” I returned “because it’s never going to happen tonight”
“Where do you want to splat him first, Sofie?” Leona asked.
“The face” Sofie declared, instantly “I really want to wipe that smile off his face”
“OK, well you can go first; I’ve pied him so many times over the last couple of weeks. He has a terrible record at these bets”
I continued making the pies, ignoring their attempts to wind me up. There were loads of fillings again – cream, custard, chocolate cream, chocolate custard, strawberry custard, butterscotch and banana Angel Delight, natural yogurt and even a couple of trifles.
“He’s pretending to ignore us” Sofie giggled
“I’m just letting you run off your mouths” I replied “we’ll see who’s laughing at the end of the game.
“Us” Sofie replied with a cute little chuckle.
We finished making all the pies and they were laid out carefully on Leona’s dining table, barely able to fit. Leona had made some snacks and I’d bought over a case of beer, so we retired to the living room to watch the pre-match build up.
“Matt, pick an envelope” Leona was holding 3 envelopes “for the half time entertainment”.
“What’s inside?” I asked
“Never mind that now, just pick an envelope” she said, pretending to be exasperated.
I did as requested and chose one of the identical looking envelopes Leona was clutching.
“Ok, you next Sofie”
Sofie chose her envelope, leaving Leona with one left.
“Hidden in the dining room” she explained “there’s a large bucket full of custard” Leona explained “it will be tipped over one of us at half time”
“OK” Sofie nodded, nervously.
“Who that will be depends on what happens in the first half of this evening’s match”. Leona continued
Sofie and I looked at each other.
“And because it’s possible to get gunged at half time and pied at full time and we’re all in our football shirts, the unlucky contestant will have to strip naked first.”
“Naked?” I gulped
“Oh come on Matthew, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before” Leona grinned and Sofie giggled. “So what does it say in your envelope?”
I opened up my envelope and inside was a note. I read aloud “If Spain are winning at half time, then you will be gunged. Hang on, that’s not fair, that means I could get messy no matter what happens in the game!”
“That’s the luck of the draw Matty” Leona said, with little sympathy “let’s hear what your's says Sofie”
Sofie opened her envelope “if Holland are winning at half time then you will be gunged. Now that’s really not fair. You’re making me not want my country to score in the first half. Can I swap with Matt?”
“No swaps allowed” Leona announced firmly.
“So, what does yours say?” I asked
Leona opened up her envelope and read from the note inside “If it’s a draw at half time, then you will be gunged” She looked at us both and smiled, broadly “this makes the first half much more exciting”.
“I guess so” Sofie admitted
The first half certainly needed more excitement. Apart from the frequent fouls and yellow cards nothing much of note happened at all. Spain were playing some nice football, but neither team looked much like making a breakthrough.
“You are so going to get it at half time” I grinned at Leona “there’s never going to be a goal”.
Then as I’d barely finished speaking Robben set up Mathijsen for what looked like the first goal of the match. Mathijsen however made a total mess of the chance and a golden opportunity is missed.
“See, it only takes a second to score a goal Matt” Leona said.
“Yeah, but they didn’t score did they?” I replied
Unfortunately for Leona, the seconds that followed were also entirely goal less and when the half time whistle blew it was still Holland 0 – Spain 0.
“Oh no Leona” Sofie gasped as the teams left the field
“Unlucky” I grinned widely “now where did you say you put that large bucket of custard?”
We led Leona into the Dining Room and she dragged the huge bucket out from under the Dining table, where she had hidden it earlier.
“It’s very heavy” she puffed “can you lift it?”
“I’m sure we’ll manage, what do you think Sofie?”
“Definitely” Sofie giggled
“Suppose I’d better strip then” Leona pouted. She slowly pulled her orange shirt up, revealing the top of her toned, tanned, thighs and tiny white thong before lifting her shirt over her flat stomach, her fabulous 36C breasts and finally, her pretty face. She handed Sofie the shirt and stood before me in just tiny orange panties as Sofie folded the shirt and placed it out of harm’s way.
“OK, I’m ready” she said.
“You will be as soon as you’ve dropped your knickers” I grinned “you did say this would be a naked gunging”
“Did I?” Leona asked innocently trying to catch Sofie’s eye; hoping her friend would come to the rescue.
“Yes” Sofie said with a wicked grin, aware of her betrayal.
“Whose side are you on Sofie?” she glared as she turned her back to us and slowly peeled her panties slowly down her buttocks, thighs and legs, until they bunched at her feet and Leona was stark naked.
Sofie and I walked over to the bucket and began to pick it up. It was very heavy and the imbalance in our strength as we jointly hoisted the bucket into the air nearly caused the contents to be dumped over Sofie. We did finally manage to lift it above the head of the beautiful, naked German.
“Any last requests?” I asked
“Yes, pour it over Sofie’s head instead” Leona quipped.
“No way” Sofie remonstrated.
“Ok” I grinned “on the count of 3”
“1, 2” Sofie and I chanted together. We didn’t wait until 3 though and, catching Leona off guard, upended the bucket over her head. Leona squealed as the thick, cold, yellow custard sloshed over her naked body. Her hair and face were covered as it sloshed down her shoulders back and bum; over her terrific breasts and down her stomach over her crotch and thighs. We placed the bucket on her head and Leona stood there, hands on hips her naked body covered in custard and a bucket on her head. I couldn’t resist capturing the moment on my mobile phone camera.
“Oh my god” Leona gasped “I don’t believe I suggested that”. She took the bucket off her head and wiped her eyes. Custard dripped from every inch of her sexy body “look at the state of me!”
Leona’s breasts dripped custard, her bare bum was coated too; her hair was plastered in the thick yellow goo.
“I need a shower” she spluttered
“Hang on, there’s still some custard in here” I grinned and scooped a handful from the bucket. I smeared my handful into Leona’s face, smearing it into her pretty features.
“Thanks for that Matt” Leona sighed sarcastically “didn’t want any of the custard not to be smeared over me. Now can I take a shower?”
“Go ahead” I grinned, playfully slapping her on the bare bum; she giggled and made her way to the shower room, wiggling her sexy bottom as she walked.
As Leona showered, Sofie and I retired to the living room for the second half. There were still a few minutes to go until it kicked off.
“Did you enjoy that?” Sofie asked me.
“Yeah it was fun” I grinned
“I hope I’m not spoiling the party” she said “It’s just Leona and me talk about everything and this sounded so mad and funny that I kind of nagged her to let me play too. I really hope you don’t mind”.
“No, not at all” I replied “I’m really looking forward to messing two women at once”
“Really? Well, don’t get your hopes too high, because when Holland win I’m going to cover you in so much pie, your girlfriend won’t even recognise you”
“I don’t have a girlfriend” I said.
Sofie seemed to be pleased with that answer. She smiled broadly and then ran her hands through her hair “well nobody will recognise you then”
“We’ll see. I have a strong feeling you’ll be the one wearing the pies tonight”
“I see” Sofie returned. “Would you like that? Me ending up naked and covered in pies for your entertainment” she moved closer to me on the sofa, her football shirt riding slightly up her thighs and her big brown eyes twinkling seductively.
“Let’s think you’d be stripped butt naked and dripping in pies and creamy mess, hmmmm” I was getting a pretty hot mental picture of this extremely attractive Dutch girl plastered in creamy desserts.
Sofie put her hand on my thigh and looked down at my shorts. My erect cock was clearly visible through the thin material “I think I have my answer” she giggled.
The TV was on mute and we’d been too busy flirting to notice the second half had kicked off.
“Where’s the remote?” Sofie asked.
“I don’t know” I said
Sofie spotted it on the floor “here it is” she got off the sofa and bent straight over, her shirt riding high over her lower buttocks giving me a great view of her thong clad bottom. She wiggled her bum at me, in no hurry to stand up even switching the sound on from her bent over position. Eventually she sat down with me and, with Leona still in the shower, we began to watch the second half action unfurl.
Spain started the half more brightly, but after an hour we were still no nearer a goal. Then, on 62 minutes, Snejder took down a great goal kick and slipped a terrific pass to Robben. Robben was clearly onside, with only the keeper to beat.
“1-0 Holland” Sofie yelled “he can’t miss”. He did miss; or rather Casillas saved a disappointing shot.
“Yes” I yelled
“No” Sofie screamed her reaction mirrored Robben’s as she held her head in her hands.
Eight minutes later and it was Spain who had a golden chance. Villa, who couldn’t have been more than four yards out, had his shot saved, somehow, by Steklenburg. Roles were reversed as I bemoaned the miss and Sofie cheered.
Leona finally reappeared; she had done her hair and make up again and looked as stunning as earlier, despite being covered from head to toe in custard about 35 minutes ago.
“What did I miss?” she asked.
She certainly hadn’t missed as many chances as the teams; Spain missing another great opportunity as Ramos couldn’t convert a free header from six yards out. 90 minutes passed, followed by 3 minutes injury time and the game was still tied at 0 – 0.
“Does this mean Leona gets another bucket of custard dumped over her?” I asked.
“No” Leona replied, scowling at me.
Extra time soon kicked off and within six minutes both Spain and Holland had missed fantastic goal scoring opportunities.
“We’re going to be here all night” I said, only half joking.
“What happens if it’s still 0 – 0 after penalties?” Leona asked “Do they just give the trophy to Germany?”
The first half of extra time turned out to be much better than the first 90 minutes. Spain, again, should’ve scored but it was still goal less as the final 15 minutes began. Four minutes into the second period of extra time and Howard Webb finally lost patience, showing Heitinga a red card.
“Stupid English referee” Sofie snapped, glaring at me.
“What are you talking about?” I replied “You should’ve been down to 9 men in the first half!”
The game continued and still no goals. It looked like we were going to penalties when Andres Iniesta hammed the ball into the bottom left corner of Holland’s goal. I jumped into the air - Holland 0, Spain 1.
“Yes! Come on Espana” Leona and especially Sofie, look distraught “only 4 minutes left. Oh dear, it looks like two girls are going to be getting very messy soon”.
Leona and Sofie knew the game was up. I started a rendition of ‘Viva Espana’ as the clock ran down and when Howard Webb blew his whistle, it was all over - Holland 0 – Spain 1.
“Better get my throwing arm warmed up” I grinned, pretending to do some exercises.
“I don’t believe it” Sofie pouted “do we have to take this Leona?”
“I’m afraid so” Leona replied.
“Ok, Ready when you are ladies” I said.
Slowly, the orange shirted beauties were led into the Dining Room. Leona was bemoaning the time she’d spent sorting out her hair and make up, but there was clearly a glint in her eye. Sofie looked a little apprehensive, as well as being gutted that her team had failed at the final hurdle. I was starting to get excited at the prospect of covering these gorgeous women in pies. I positioned the girls side by side and walked round the table, looking for my first missile.
“So, who wants to go first?” I asked the girls as I picked up a large custard pie.
“She does” Leona and Sofie said simultaneously each pointing at the other.
“Both at once, ok I’ll see what I can do” I picked up another large custard pie and walked over to Leona and Sofie “Ladies, are you ready?”
I didn’t wait for their responses; instead, I simultaneously slapped pies into their waiting faces. Sofie and Leona screamed as the messy filling splattered over them. Leona, being more accustomed to a pie in the face, recovered the quickest. She wiped her eyes and, as custard dripped down her pretty face, pouted sexily at me. I picked up two chocolate cream pies and sandwiched her head with them. Leona’s long blonde hair disappeared under a mound of thick brown goo.
Sofie, meanwhile, had just recovered from her pie and wiped her eyes in time to see her friend’s face obliterated with creamy chocolate cream. She couldn’t help but laugh as Leona spluttered under a face full of chocolate. She wasn’t laughing for long, however, as I approached her with two large cream pies.
“Not my hair” Sofie whined, but her pleas were in vain as I sandwiched her head with the cold cream pies. Sofie squealed as the cream plastered her hair and pretty face.
I reached down and grabbed two more pies. I approached the girls at the same time and smeared a pie over each of their chests, rubbing the sloppy yogurt filling over their shirts and breasts. As the plates fell to the floor, both girls looked down in horror (although Sofie more so) at their creamed football shirts; their erect nipples clearly visible through the fabric.
“Is he just allowed to do this to us?” Sofie asked Leona as she wiped some more chocolate cream from her eyes.
“Yes I am” I replied smearing an Angel Delight pie down the back of her shirt, letting it slide from her shoulder blades to the top of her thighs, leaving a creamy, yellow trail all the way down the back of her shirt. The back of Sofie’s shirt stuck to her skin as she groaned. I repeated this on Leona, the cold filling of the pie soaking through the fabric of her shirt as I smeared it down her long, toned torso.
I picked up a strawberry custard pie and slapped it gently in Sofie’s face, the pink creamy goo slopped over her chest as her face was covered once more. Leona laughed as her friend got a face full, but not for long as the cream pie I picked up was slapped her in the face. White, creamy slop dripped down her face and over her shirt.
“Oh dear girls” I said, looking over at Sofie and Leona “you’re looking a little worse for wear now”
Sofie and Leona wiped their eyes and looked down at their messy shirts.
“Think it’s time to lose the shirts” I grinned, widely. I walked over to Leona and pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her naked except for a pair of tiny orange panties. Sofie squealed as I grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head. She was now only wearing a white thong, her large boobs jiggled as she put her hands on her hips and glared at me.
“This is an outrage” Sofie pouted “how dare you?”
I had already grabbed a large natural yogurt pie and was heading over to Leona. Without warning, I slopped the pie over Leona’s firm, pert boobs covering them in the creamy white slop. Her nipples hardened further as I smeared the cool pie all over her breasts.
I grabbed two pies for Sofie; her breasts were 36D, I guessed and I didn’t want to do half a job. I pushed a pie onto each of her boobs and rubbed them all over. Her nipples were like bullets as the pie plates fell to the floor over her feet and her breasts dripped in gooey yellow custard.
As the girls looked down at their messy breasts I grabbed the two trifles and walked behind them. As they lifted up their heads again I dumped a trifle on each of them squishing them down until both Leona and Sofie were wearing rather fetching trifle tub hats and the mixture of cream, custard, sponge and jelly was dripping down their faces and their bare backs, chests and stomachs.
“I’ve never been so humiliated in my life” Sofie wailed. She tried to sulk, but could barely suppress a smile with her face full of thick trifle.
“Leona has” I replied “she’s starting to enjoy it now”. I turned Leona round so her back was facing me and the table of pies. I bent her over, until her tight little bum was wiggling in the air. Sofie gasped as I slowly removed Leona’s tiny orange panties peeling them down her toned thighs until they landed with a splat in the puddle of goo at her feet. I picked up the sloppiest custard pie I could find and took aim. Leona squealed as I slapped the pie with force over her bare bottom; the messy yellow slop exploded all over her buttocks, back and thighs. She stayed bent over for some time treating me to the view of her custard covered bum, before slowly standing and facing me, stark naked.
I grabbed two chocolate custard pies. I slapped the first pie into Leona’s pussy; she opened her legs allowing the creamy chocolaty slop to be smeared all over her and it dribbled slowly down her inner thighs. I smeared the second pie slowly down the length of her naked body, leaving a trail of messy brown slime down her toned torso.
“Wow!” Leona gasped
“Bend over Sofie. Your turn now” I grinned.
Sofie did as she was told and bent over, she was giggling nervously as I tugged at her little thong, sending it down her thighs to the floor. Her bare arse quivered in anticipation as I picked up a large cream pie.
“You have a lovely bottom Sofie, seems almost a shame to do this” I planted the cream pie firmly over her bare bum and smeared it slowly over her buttocks and bum crack, until cream began to drip down the back of her thighs.
“Oh my god” Sofie gasped. She stood up tentatively and turned round. I grabbed a large custard pie from the table and aimed at her crotch. Sofie opened her legs wide and I smeared the yellow dessert over her wet pussy until it was dripping slop and she’d started to quietly moan with what appeared to be pleasure. There were two more yogurt filled pies and I began to smear them simultaneously down Sofie’s back and front, covering her naked body in cool, sticky yogurt. I gave her a minute or so to recover and watch the white slop dribble down her sexy form.
I asked both girls to bend over again, which they gladly did and handed each girl a pie. I instructed them to face each other and hold the pies close to each others faces; they did as they were told. I grabbed two large custard pies and moved the girls a little closer together. I then simultaneously slapped pies on both of their bare bums. Leona jolted forwards and sent her pie splattering into Sofie’s face and Sofie did the same, her pie exploding over Leona. All 3 of us laughed loudly.
“Now, just 5 pies left” I mused out loud “where should these go, I wonder?”
“I know exactly where they should go” Leona replied “Sofie”. The naked, slop covered beauties approached me.
“Hang on, what are you doing?” I said nervously. Sofie yanked my football shirt off, over my head “you can’t do this, I won the bet” I yelled.
“All bets are off” Leona grinned “ooh, look Sofie. I think he’s enjoying this” she giggled, pointing to the huge bulge in my shorts. “Let’s see what jockstrap he’s wearing today” she grabbed my shorts and pulled them straight down. The girls soon found out I wasn’t wearing any underwear at all.
“Wow! Commando” Sofie giggled.
I tried to cover my cock with my hands as the girls grabbed a pie each.
“Come on, this isn’t fair. I won the bet; you can’t do this to me” I implored
“Want to bet?” Leona grinned “face or chest Sofie?”
“Face please!” Sofie requested and Leona slapped her pie over my chest. Chocolate cream splattered down my stomach as Leona smeared the sticky pie over my chest she smiled cheekily at me, from under a face full of pie. When she was satisfied enough pie had been smeared down my torso, Leona made way for Sofie, who was clutching a large custard pie.
“I’m going to enjoy this so much” Sofie declared as she took aim.
“Come on Sofie, you’re not going to cheat like this, are you?” I pleaded.
“Yes” Sofie replied and slapped the pie square into my face. I felt the cold creamy custard splatter over me as my naked, pie covered nemesis laughed loudly.
I barely had the chance to wipe my eyes before Leona returned with an Angel Delight pie. She slopped it on top of my head, smearing the filling all over my hair, plastering it over my head and face.
I was pretty messy now from the waist up, pie filling dripping down my body, but there was worse to come as Sofie grabbed a large cream pie.
“Bend over Matt” she giggled, her pie covered boobs jiggling excitedly as she clutched her pie. Unable to argue I did as I was told and bent over, my bare bum in the air.
“He has a very nice ass, no?” Sofie giggled to Leona “are you ready?” she asked.
“Yes” I gulped as Sofie took aim. She slapped the pie with some force over my bare backside, knocking me forward slightly and sending cream all over my buttocks and back. I could feel the sticky white goo dribble down the back of my thighs as I slowly stood up and faced the girls. I was naked and had given up trying to hide my cock with my hands. It was fully erect and awaiting its fate.
“It’s all yours Sofie” Leona grinned and handed her friend the huge strawberry custard and cream pie.
Sofie approached me slowly, clutching the huge pie in both hands and eyeing up my package. She smiled a devilish smile as she got closer and then pushed the final pie firmly over my cock and balls.
“Ha Ha, Whoah” Leona laughed as the strawberry and cream goo slopped down my thighs. The pie plate fell to the floor, revealing my cock and balls, plastered in thick, messy pie filling.
“Oh my god” Sofie exclaimed, eyes wide as the pink slop dripped from my erect cock.
“Look what you did Sofie” Leona giggled pretending to chastise her messy friend. “You are so naughty”
“I know” Sofie beamed
“I think you better get down there and clean it up, young lady” Leona continued.
“Yes, of course” Sofie replied eagerly and got down on her knees in front of me. She ran her tongue over my rock hard cock and I moaned with pleasure. Leona meanwhile had grabbed a jug and filled it full of pie slop from the floor. As Sofie took my dessert covered cock in her mouth, Leona emptied the jug over Sofie’s head. Sofie squealed, but continued to give me one of the best blow jobs I’d ever had, the second hand slop running down her face.
Leona grabbed a handful of slop from the floor and slapped it over my bare arse and then began to sensuously kiss the back of my neck, her hands massaging the goo into my bum. Soon, all three of us were rolling around in the mess on the floor, slapping the gunge over each others naked bodies. Leona pushed me to the floor and as I lay back on the plastic sheeting she straddled my face, lowering her pie covered pussy over my mouth. At the same time, Sofie eased herself onto my messy, erect cock. After a couple of minutes of giving Leona head and Sofie riding my cock like a crazy woman they both came loudly and I could feel my dick was about to explode.
“I’m going to cum” I yelled.
The girls both eased themselves off me and Leona wiped her face clean on my shorts. Sofie grabbed my cock and motioned for me to stand up. I rose unsteadily to my feet as Leona knelt in front of my throbbing cock. Sofie began to wank me off in front of her friend as she yelled.
“Some people on the pitch; they think it’s all over”. I couldn’t hold off any longer and shot my entire load into Leona’s waiting face.
Leona looked back at me naughtily, cum dripping from all over her pretty face “it is now”.
THE END
I arrived at Leona’s at around 6pm on Sunday Evening as arranged. She answered the door wearing an Orange Holland football shirt and little else and looking gorgeous as usual. She’d obviously taken a lot of care to look her best for the evening. “Don’t know why I suggested this” she groaned “I feel traitorous wearing this. We should’ve bet on last night’s game”.
“No-one cares about the 3rd place final” I said “and besides, I’m on my third shirt already, it’s only fair you trade teams now”.
“OK” she sighed “Well, good evening Pablo Honey” she giggled and gave me a big hug. “We have another guest joining us this evening, if that’s ok?”
I was a little taken aback by this as Leona led me into the living room. Sat on the sofa was a very attractive brunette who smiled widely as I entered the room.
“Hi” the brunette said
“Matt meet Sofie, Sofie this is Matt” Leona introduced us.
Sofie was also wearing an orange Netherlands shirt as a mini dress and not a lot else. She had brown shoulder length hair that was cut expensively. Sofie wasn’t quite as tall as Leona, probably about 5”7; she had great legs and her boobs were bigger than her friends, about 36D I estimated. She too had gone to a lot of trouble to look good for the evening. Her make up and hair were perfect.
“Sofie is from the Netherlands” Leona explained “so it’s two against one tonight Matt”
“I hope you don’t mind me gate-crashing like this” Sofie said almost apologetically “but Leona’s been telling me about your bets and I thought it sounded like great fun. With me having a stake in the final, Leona suggested I join in this one”
“That’s fine with me” I smiled
“So if Spain win, it’s double the fun for you, Matty” Leona giggled “you get to pie both me and Sofie”
“But, if Holland win, then you’re going to get double the messy humiliation. Both Sofie and I will really let you have it”
I gulped visibly “I have faith in Espana” I said semi confidently.
“Glad to hear it” Leona grinned “Now, shall we make some pies?”
“An early start?” I commented
“We can’t make them at half time as I’ve got something else planned” Leona announced, cryptically.
“Really, like what?” I asked
“All will be revealed soon” she replied, no less cryptically.
This time there were almost 30 pies to craft.
“My arm’s going to hurt, throwing this many pies over you two” I said.
“Nah” Sofie replied “it’s you who’s going to be the huge mess when the Dutch are ultimately victorious”
“When will that be?” I returned “because it’s never going to happen tonight”
“Where do you want to splat him first, Sofie?” Leona asked.
“The face” Sofie declared, instantly “I really want to wipe that smile off his face”
“OK, well you can go first; I’ve pied him so many times over the last couple of weeks. He has a terrible record at these bets”
I continued making the pies, ignoring their attempts to wind me up. There were loads of fillings again – cream, custard, chocolate cream, chocolate custard, strawberry custard, butterscotch and banana Angel Delight, natural yogurt and even a couple of trifles.
“He’s pretending to ignore us” Sofie giggled
“I’m just letting you run off your mouths” I replied “we’ll see who’s laughing at the end of the game.
“Us” Sofie replied with a cute little chuckle.
We finished making all the pies and they were laid out carefully on Leona’s dining table, barely able to fit. Leona had made some snacks and I’d bought over a case of beer, so we retired to the living room to watch the pre-match build up.
“Matt, pick an envelope” Leona was holding 3 envelopes “for the half time entertainment”.
“What’s inside?” I asked
“Never mind that now, just pick an envelope” she said, pretending to be exasperated.
I did as requested and chose one of the identical looking envelopes Leona was clutching.
“Ok, you next Sofie”
Sofie chose her envelope, leaving Leona with one left.
“Hidden in the dining room” she explained “there’s a large bucket full of custard” Leona explained “it will be tipped over one of us at half time”
“OK” Sofie nodded, nervously.
“Who that will be depends on what happens in the first half of this evening’s match”. Leona continued
Sofie and I looked at each other.
“And because it’s possible to get gunged at half time and pied at full time and we’re all in our football shirts, the unlucky contestant will have to strip naked first.”
“Naked?” I gulped
“Oh come on Matthew, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before” Leona grinned and Sofie giggled. “So what does it say in your envelope?”
I opened up my envelope and inside was a note. I read aloud “If Spain are winning at half time, then you will be gunged. Hang on, that’s not fair, that means I could get messy no matter what happens in the game!”
“That’s the luck of the draw Matty” Leona said, with little sympathy “let’s hear what your's says Sofie”
Sofie opened her envelope “if Holland are winning at half time then you will be gunged. Now that’s really not fair. You’re making me not want my country to score in the first half. Can I swap with Matt?”
“No swaps allowed” Leona announced firmly.
“So, what does yours say?” I asked
Leona opened up her envelope and read from the note inside “If it’s a draw at half time, then you will be gunged” She looked at us both and smiled, broadly “this makes the first half much more exciting”.
“I guess so” Sofie admitted
The first half certainly needed more excitement. Apart from the frequent fouls and yellow cards nothing much of note happened at all. Spain were playing some nice football, but neither team looked much like making a breakthrough.
“You are so going to get it at half time” I grinned at Leona “there’s never going to be a goal”.
Then as I’d barely finished speaking Robben set up Mathijsen for what looked like the first goal of the match. Mathijsen however made a total mess of the chance and a golden opportunity is missed.
“See, it only takes a second to score a goal Matt” Leona said.
“Yeah, but they didn’t score did they?” I replied
Unfortunately for Leona, the seconds that followed were also entirely goal less and when the half time whistle blew it was still Holland 0 – Spain 0.
“Oh no Leona” Sofie gasped as the teams left the field
“Unlucky” I grinned widely “now where did you say you put that large bucket of custard?”
We led Leona into the Dining Room and she dragged the huge bucket out from under the Dining table, where she had hidden it earlier.
“It’s very heavy” she puffed “can you lift it?”
“I’m sure we’ll manage, what do you think Sofie?”
“Definitely” Sofie giggled
“Suppose I’d better strip then” Leona pouted. She slowly pulled her orange shirt up, revealing the top of her toned, tanned, thighs and tiny white thong before lifting her shirt over her flat stomach, her fabulous 36C breasts and finally, her pretty face. She handed Sofie the shirt and stood before me in just tiny orange panties as Sofie folded the shirt and placed it out of harm’s way.
“OK, I’m ready” she said.
“You will be as soon as you’ve dropped your knickers” I grinned “you did say this would be a naked gunging”
“Did I?” Leona asked innocently trying to catch Sofie’s eye; hoping her friend would come to the rescue.
“Yes” Sofie said with a wicked grin, aware of her betrayal.
“Whose side are you on Sofie?” she glared as she turned her back to us and slowly peeled her panties slowly down her buttocks, thighs and legs, until they bunched at her feet and Leona was stark naked.
Sofie and I walked over to the bucket and began to pick it up. It was very heavy and the imbalance in our strength as we jointly hoisted the bucket into the air nearly caused the contents to be dumped over Sofie. We did finally manage to lift it above the head of the beautiful, naked German.
“Any last requests?” I asked
“Yes, pour it over Sofie’s head instead” Leona quipped.
“No way” Sofie remonstrated.
“Ok” I grinned “on the count of 3”
“1, 2” Sofie and I chanted together. We didn’t wait until 3 though and, catching Leona off guard, upended the bucket over her head. Leona squealed as the thick, cold, yellow custard sloshed over her naked body. Her hair and face were covered as it sloshed down her shoulders back and bum; over her terrific breasts and down her stomach over her crotch and thighs. We placed the bucket on her head and Leona stood there, hands on hips her naked body covered in custard and a bucket on her head. I couldn’t resist capturing the moment on my mobile phone camera.
“Oh my god” Leona gasped “I don’t believe I suggested that”. She took the bucket off her head and wiped her eyes. Custard dripped from every inch of her sexy body “look at the state of me!”
Leona’s breasts dripped custard, her bare bum was coated too; her hair was plastered in the thick yellow goo.
“I need a shower” she spluttered
“Hang on, there’s still some custard in here” I grinned and scooped a handful from the bucket. I smeared my handful into Leona’s face, smearing it into her pretty features.
“Thanks for that Matt” Leona sighed sarcastically “didn’t want any of the custard not to be smeared over me. Now can I take a shower?”
“Go ahead” I grinned, playfully slapping her on the bare bum; she giggled and made her way to the shower room, wiggling her sexy bottom as she walked.
As Leona showered, Sofie and I retired to the living room for the second half. There were still a few minutes to go until it kicked off.
“Did you enjoy that?” Sofie asked me.
“Yeah it was fun” I grinned
“I hope I’m not spoiling the party” she said “It’s just Leona and me talk about everything and this sounded so mad and funny that I kind of nagged her to let me play too. I really hope you don’t mind”.
“No, not at all” I replied “I’m really looking forward to messing two women at once”
“Really? Well, don’t get your hopes too high, because when Holland win I’m going to cover you in so much pie, your girlfriend won’t even recognise you”
“I don’t have a girlfriend” I said.
Sofie seemed to be pleased with that answer. She smiled broadly and then ran her hands through her hair “well nobody will recognise you then”
“We’ll see. I have a strong feeling you’ll be the one wearing the pies tonight”
“I see” Sofie returned. “Would you like that? Me ending up naked and covered in pies for your entertainment” she moved closer to me on the sofa, her football shirt riding slightly up her thighs and her big brown eyes twinkling seductively.
“Let’s think you’d be stripped butt naked and dripping in pies and creamy mess, hmmmm” I was getting a pretty hot mental picture of this extremely attractive Dutch girl plastered in creamy desserts.
Sofie put her hand on my thigh and looked down at my shorts. My erect cock was clearly visible through the thin material “I think I have my answer” she giggled.
The TV was on mute and we’d been too busy flirting to notice the second half had kicked off.
“Where’s the remote?” Sofie asked.
“I don’t know” I said
Sofie spotted it on the floor “here it is” she got off the sofa and bent straight over, her shirt riding high over her lower buttocks giving me a great view of her thong clad bottom. She wiggled her bum at me, in no hurry to stand up even switching the sound on from her bent over position. Eventually she sat down with me and, with Leona still in the shower, we began to watch the second half action unfurl.
Spain started the half more brightly, but after an hour we were still no nearer a goal. Then, on 62 minutes, Snejder took down a great goal kick and slipped a terrific pass to Robben. Robben was clearly onside, with only the keeper to beat.
“1-0 Holland” Sofie yelled “he can’t miss”. He did miss; or rather Casillas saved a disappointing shot.
“Yes” I yelled
“No” Sofie screamed her reaction mirrored Robben’s as she held her head in her hands.
Eight minutes later and it was Spain who had a golden chance. Villa, who couldn’t have been more than four yards out, had his shot saved, somehow, by Steklenburg. Roles were reversed as I bemoaned the miss and Sofie cheered.
Leona finally reappeared; she had done her hair and make up again and looked as stunning as earlier, despite being covered from head to toe in custard about 35 minutes ago.
“What did I miss?” she asked.
She certainly hadn’t missed as many chances as the teams; Spain missing another great opportunity as Ramos couldn’t convert a free header from six yards out. 90 minutes passed, followed by 3 minutes injury time and the game was still tied at 0 – 0.
“Does this mean Leona gets another bucket of custard dumped over her?” I asked.
“No” Leona replied, scowling at me.
Extra time soon kicked off and within six minutes both Spain and Holland had missed fantastic goal scoring opportunities.
“We’re going to be here all night” I said, only half joking.
“What happens if it’s still 0 – 0 after penalties?” Leona asked “Do they just give the trophy to Germany?”
The first half of extra time turned out to be much better than the first 90 minutes. Spain, again, should’ve scored but it was still goal less as the final 15 minutes began. Four minutes into the second period of extra time and Howard Webb finally lost patience, showing Heitinga a red card.
“Stupid English referee” Sofie snapped, glaring at me.
“What are you talking about?” I replied “You should’ve been down to 9 men in the first half!”
The game continued and still no goals. It looked like we were going to penalties when Andres Iniesta hammed the ball into the bottom left corner of Holland’s goal. I jumped into the air - Holland 0, Spain 1.
“Yes! Come on Espana” Leona and especially Sofie, look distraught “only 4 minutes left. Oh dear, it looks like two girls are going to be getting very messy soon”.
Leona and Sofie knew the game was up. I started a rendition of ‘Viva Espana’ as the clock ran down and when Howard Webb blew his whistle, it was all over - Holland 0 – Spain 1.
“Better get my throwing arm warmed up” I grinned, pretending to do some exercises.
“I don’t believe it” Sofie pouted “do we have to take this Leona?”
“I’m afraid so” Leona replied.
“Ok, Ready when you are ladies” I said.
Slowly, the orange shirted beauties were led into the Dining Room. Leona was bemoaning the time she’d spent sorting out her hair and make up, but there was clearly a glint in her eye. Sofie looked a little apprehensive, as well as being gutted that her team had failed at the final hurdle. I was starting to get excited at the prospect of covering these gorgeous women in pies. I positioned the girls side by side and walked round the table, looking for my first missile.
“So, who wants to go first?” I asked the girls as I picked up a large custard pie.
“She does” Leona and Sofie said simultaneously each pointing at the other.
“Both at once, ok I’ll see what I can do” I picked up another large custard pie and walked over to Leona and Sofie “Ladies, are you ready?”
I didn’t wait for their responses; instead, I simultaneously slapped pies into their waiting faces. Sofie and Leona screamed as the messy filling splattered over them. Leona, being more accustomed to a pie in the face, recovered the quickest. She wiped her eyes and, as custard dripped down her pretty face, pouted sexily at me. I picked up two chocolate cream pies and sandwiched her head with them. Leona’s long blonde hair disappeared under a mound of thick brown goo.
Sofie, meanwhile, had just recovered from her pie and wiped her eyes in time to see her friend’s face obliterated with creamy chocolate cream. She couldn’t help but laugh as Leona spluttered under a face full of chocolate. She wasn’t laughing for long, however, as I approached her with two large cream pies.
“Not my hair” Sofie whined, but her pleas were in vain as I sandwiched her head with the cold cream pies. Sofie squealed as the cream plastered her hair and pretty face.
I reached down and grabbed two more pies. I approached the girls at the same time and smeared a pie over each of their chests, rubbing the sloppy yogurt filling over their shirts and breasts. As the plates fell to the floor, both girls looked down in horror (although Sofie more so) at their creamed football shirts; their erect nipples clearly visible through the fabric.
“Is he just allowed to do this to us?” Sofie asked Leona as she wiped some more chocolate cream from her eyes.
“Yes I am” I replied smearing an Angel Delight pie down the back of her shirt, letting it slide from her shoulder blades to the top of her thighs, leaving a creamy, yellow trail all the way down the back of her shirt. The back of Sofie’s shirt stuck to her skin as she groaned. I repeated this on Leona, the cold filling of the pie soaking through the fabric of her shirt as I smeared it down her long, toned torso.
I picked up a strawberry custard pie and slapped it gently in Sofie’s face, the pink creamy goo slopped over her chest as her face was covered once more. Leona laughed as her friend got a face full, but not for long as the cream pie I picked up was slapped her in the face. White, creamy slop dripped down her face and over her shirt.
“Oh dear girls” I said, looking over at Sofie and Leona “you’re looking a little worse for wear now”
Sofie and Leona wiped their eyes and looked down at their messy shirts.
“Think it’s time to lose the shirts” I grinned, widely. I walked over to Leona and pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her naked except for a pair of tiny orange panties. Sofie squealed as I grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head. She was now only wearing a white thong, her large boobs jiggled as she put her hands on her hips and glared at me.
“This is an outrage” Sofie pouted “how dare you?”
I had already grabbed a large natural yogurt pie and was heading over to Leona. Without warning, I slopped the pie over Leona’s firm, pert boobs covering them in the creamy white slop. Her nipples hardened further as I smeared the cool pie all over her breasts.
I grabbed two pies for Sofie; her breasts were 36D, I guessed and I didn’t want to do half a job. I pushed a pie onto each of her boobs and rubbed them all over. Her nipples were like bullets as the pie plates fell to the floor over her feet and her breasts dripped in gooey yellow custard.
As the girls looked down at their messy breasts I grabbed the two trifles and walked behind them. As they lifted up their heads again I dumped a trifle on each of them squishing them down until both Leona and Sofie were wearing rather fetching trifle tub hats and the mixture of cream, custard, sponge and jelly was dripping down their faces and their bare backs, chests and stomachs.
“I’ve never been so humiliated in my life” Sofie wailed. She tried to sulk, but could barely suppress a smile with her face full of thick trifle.
“Leona has” I replied “she’s starting to enjoy it now”. I turned Leona round so her back was facing me and the table of pies. I bent her over, until her tight little bum was wiggling in the air. Sofie gasped as I slowly removed Leona’s tiny orange panties peeling them down her toned thighs until they landed with a splat in the puddle of goo at her feet. I picked up the sloppiest custard pie I could find and took aim. Leona squealed as I slapped the pie with force over her bare bottom; the messy yellow slop exploded all over her buttocks, back and thighs. She stayed bent over for some time treating me to the view of her custard covered bum, before slowly standing and facing me, stark naked.
I grabbed two chocolate custard pies. I slapped the first pie into Leona’s pussy; she opened her legs allowing the creamy chocolaty slop to be smeared all over her and it dribbled slowly down her inner thighs. I smeared the second pie slowly down the length of her naked body, leaving a trail of messy brown slime down her toned torso.
“Wow!” Leona gasped
“Bend over Sofie. Your turn now” I grinned.
Sofie did as she was told and bent over, she was giggling nervously as I tugged at her little thong, sending it down her thighs to the floor. Her bare arse quivered in anticipation as I picked up a large cream pie.
“You have a lovely bottom Sofie, seems almost a shame to do this” I planted the cream pie firmly over her bare bum and smeared it slowly over her buttocks and bum crack, until cream began to drip down the back of her thighs.
“Oh my god” Sofie gasped. She stood up tentatively and turned round. I grabbed a large custard pie from the table and aimed at her crotch. Sofie opened her legs wide and I smeared the yellow dessert over her wet pussy until it was dripping slop and she’d started to quietly moan with what appeared to be pleasure. There were two more yogurt filled pies and I began to smear them simultaneously down Sofie’s back and front, covering her naked body in cool, sticky yogurt. I gave her a minute or so to recover and watch the white slop dribble down her sexy form.
I asked both girls to bend over again, which they gladly did and handed each girl a pie. I instructed them to face each other and hold the pies close to each others faces; they did as they were told. I grabbed two large custard pies and moved the girls a little closer together. I then simultaneously slapped pies on both of their bare bums. Leona jolted forwards and sent her pie splattering into Sofie’s face and Sofie did the same, her pie exploding over Leona. All 3 of us laughed loudly.
“Now, just 5 pies left” I mused out loud “where should these go, I wonder?”
“I know exactly where they should go” Leona replied “Sofie”. The naked, slop covered beauties approached me.
“Hang on, what are you doing?” I said nervously. Sofie yanked my football shirt off, over my head “you can’t do this, I won the bet” I yelled.
“All bets are off” Leona grinned “ooh, look Sofie. I think he’s enjoying this” she giggled, pointing to the huge bulge in my shorts. “Let’s see what jockstrap he’s wearing today” she grabbed my shorts and pulled them straight down. The girls soon found out I wasn’t wearing any underwear at all.
“Wow! Commando” Sofie giggled.
I tried to cover my cock with my hands as the girls grabbed a pie each.
“Come on, this isn’t fair. I won the bet; you can’t do this to me” I implored
“Want to bet?” Leona grinned “face or chest Sofie?”
“Face please!” Sofie requested and Leona slapped her pie over my chest. Chocolate cream splattered down my stomach as Leona smeared the sticky pie over my chest she smiled cheekily at me, from under a face full of pie. When she was satisfied enough pie had been smeared down my torso, Leona made way for Sofie, who was clutching a large custard pie.
“I’m going to enjoy this so much” Sofie declared as she took aim.
“Come on Sofie, you’re not going to cheat like this, are you?” I pleaded.
“Yes” Sofie replied and slapped the pie square into my face. I felt the cold creamy custard splatter over me as my naked, pie covered nemesis laughed loudly.
I barely had the chance to wipe my eyes before Leona returned with an Angel Delight pie. She slopped it on top of my head, smearing the filling all over my hair, plastering it over my head and face.
I was pretty messy now from the waist up, pie filling dripping down my body, but there was worse to come as Sofie grabbed a large cream pie.
“Bend over Matt” she giggled, her pie covered boobs jiggling excitedly as she clutched her pie. Unable to argue I did as I was told and bent over, my bare bum in the air.
“He has a very nice ass, no?” Sofie giggled to Leona “are you ready?” she asked.
“Yes” I gulped as Sofie took aim. She slapped the pie with some force over my bare backside, knocking me forward slightly and sending cream all over my buttocks and back. I could feel the sticky white goo dribble down the back of my thighs as I slowly stood up and faced the girls. I was naked and had given up trying to hide my cock with my hands. It was fully erect and awaiting its fate.
“It’s all yours Sofie” Leona grinned and handed her friend the huge strawberry custard and cream pie.
Sofie approached me slowly, clutching the huge pie in both hands and eyeing up my package. She smiled a devilish smile as she got closer and then pushed the final pie firmly over my cock and balls.
“Ha Ha, Whoah” Leona laughed as the strawberry and cream goo slopped down my thighs. The pie plate fell to the floor, revealing my cock and balls, plastered in thick, messy pie filling.
“Oh my god” Sofie exclaimed, eyes wide as the pink slop dripped from my erect cock.
“Look what you did Sofie” Leona giggled pretending to chastise her messy friend. “You are so naughty”
“I know” Sofie beamed
“I think you better get down there and clean it up, young lady” Leona continued.
“Yes, of course” Sofie replied eagerly and got down on her knees in front of me. She ran her tongue over my rock hard cock and I moaned with pleasure. Leona meanwhile had grabbed a jug and filled it full of pie slop from the floor. As Sofie took my dessert covered cock in her mouth, Leona emptied the jug over Sofie’s head. Sofie squealed, but continued to give me one of the best blow jobs I’d ever had, the second hand slop running down her face.
Leona grabbed a handful of slop from the floor and slapped it over my bare arse and then began to sensuously kiss the back of my neck, her hands massaging the goo into my bum. Soon, all three of us were rolling around in the mess on the floor, slapping the gunge over each others naked bodies. Leona pushed me to the floor and as I lay back on the plastic sheeting she straddled my face, lowering her pie covered pussy over my mouth. At the same time, Sofie eased herself onto my messy, erect cock. After a couple of minutes of giving Leona head and Sofie riding my cock like a crazy woman they both came loudly and I could feel my dick was about to explode.
“I’m going to cum” I yelled.
The girls both eased themselves off me and Leona wiped her face clean on my shorts. Sofie grabbed my cock and motioned for me to stand up. I rose unsteadily to my feet as Leona knelt in front of my throbbing cock. Sofie began to wank me off in front of her friend as she yelled.
“Some people on the pitch; they think it’s all over”. I couldn’t hold off any longer and shot my entire load into Leona’s waiting face.
Leona looked back at me naughtily, cum dripping from all over her pretty face “it is now”.
THE END
