My second attempt at a story, hope you all enjoy!
Hi, I'm Sarah. I'm 25, and am a self-confessed Sploshaholic.
Oh God, it sounds like I'm attending an AA meeting or something! The truth is, I've been Sploshing for as long as I can remember, even before I knew what it was. I loved playing in the mud as a girl, driving my poor parents to exasperation.
As I grew older and saw messy Gameshows on TV, my thoughts kept turning to being place of the 'unlucky' boy or girl in the Gunge Tank - it was a shame though, I often applied, but never heard back.
Eventually, of course, I found my way to the Sploshing websites on the Internet, and found a whole world of people just like me. Now I knew what it was I was feeling, and it was here that I discovered Sploshing as a full fledged Fetish - I knew it was a turn on for me, but I never knew there was so many people who enjoyed getting messy with Pies, Custard, Mud and other messy gunk.
Why am I telling you all this? Well, I've been living with my Boyfriend for a couple of years now, and I've never been able to tell him about this. I'm sure he'd think was weird, a freak, someone he wanted nothing to do with. So I kept it from him. Unfortunately, about a week ago, that decision was taken from me...
Friday being my usual day off, I decided to get messy again this week, while Dan headed off to his job. After kissing him goodbye and lounging in bed for a while, I got up, dug out the plastic sheeting and paddling pool from their drawer under the bed, and padded through to the guest bedroom, still wearing my Pyjamas. I prepared the room, inflated the pool and set up a stool to sit on, and then headed downstairs for some breakfast.
After finishing up I headed back upstairs to find something to wear. After careful consideration, I went with a pair of Light Blue Jeggings that complimented my legs, a Light Green Spaghetti Strap Top and Dark Blue Underwear. I stood admiring my figure in the mirror for a few moments, before pulling my brown hair back into a messy bun and securing it with a few pins.
I started whistling to myself as I headed back to the Kitchen, and as I prepared the ingredients for my day of fun, I felt the anticipation and butterflies build in my stomach - I love this feeling! It took some time, but eventually everything was in place, and I perched myself on the stool, trying to decide what to use first.
Eggs. It had to be the eggs. Taking one from the box, I gently cracked the shell on the edge of the stool, and then pulled my left bra cup forward a little. Raising the egg up, I watched, detached, as the yolk and the white slowly dribbled outwards, hung in midair for a moment, and then landed with a plop in the cup. I shivered as I felt the cold goo against my skin, and released the cup, letting it slide back against me. Repeating this with another egg left both nipples erect, and left me raring for more.
Picking up two more, I pulled out the front of my panties and cracked the eggs against each other, letting the two yolks slide down and pool around my most intimate area. I moaned softly to myself, feeling the eggs rapidly warm as they came into contact with my skin, and let the elastic snap back, closing my eyes and revelling in the sensations so far.
It didn't take me long to want to continue. Opening my eyes and taking a deep breath, I looked around, before my eyes fell on two tins of black treacle. Smiling to myself, I picked them up, and stretched out my legs, drizzling a thin line up and down the front of my Jeggings. I stood, rubbing the treacle in and ruining the once pristine material, then poured a handful of treacle into my palm, completing the job by rubbing the sticky ooze into the back of my Jeggings, and over the seat of my ass. Disappointingly the tins didn't hold much, and I tossed them aside, licking my lips as I reached for a bucket of warm Porridge.
Placing it in front of me, I sat back down, lifted my feet, and slowly, tantalisingly, lowered them both into the lumpy white goo. I shuddered with pleasure as the soles of my feet made contact, stayed on the surface for a moment, and then slowly submerged, pushing the warm porridge up between my toes, hungrily devouring my feet, before watching the muck move further up my ankles. My feet hit bottom as the porridge reached my shins, and I sighed with happiness.
I just sat there for a few moments, wriggling my toes, before I started to rub handfuls of the oats into my Jeggings, starting at my shins and working my way upwards. After reaching my thigh, I teased myself further by giving my legs a second coat, before standing, stepping out of the porridge, and wriggling out of the Jeggings, tossing them aside with a wet splat. I continued to ruin my clothes by rubbing the porridge now into my top, turning the once green material a whitish-grey, saturating it and feeling it gradually grow heavier and heavier. Finally, I slipped the straps from my shoulders, and watched as it slowly slid down my body, leaving a white trail here and there, before landing in the bottom of the pool.
Noticing there wasn't a lot of porridge left, I knelt in the pool and pulled the bobby pins from my hair, tossing them aside and letting my hair flow free. I pushed it backwards out of my face, leaving the odd streak of porridge running through it and picked up the bucket. Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, I raised the bucket over my head, and tipped it, feeling the pitter-patter of goop dripping onto my head. I looked upwards, keeping my eyes closed, and tipped further, feeling the last of the porridge drop down onto my face, oozing it's way down over my hair and neck, before dripping down onto my body and legs. I put the bucket aside, and wiped my eyes, before unhooking my bra and letting it fall into the pool.
Reaching over to grab two heavily loaded custard pies, I grinned to myself as I knew exactly where they were going. I slapped them in place, one on each tit, grinding them in place to break up the crusts, before letting the cases fall. Rubbing the custard, cream and crust in, I spread it around before licking my fingers, and reaching for another pie - it was time!
I stood just long enough to strip off my panties, before lying back down in the paddling pool, feeling the accumulated goop squidge against my ass, riding up a little. I carefully slipped the pie from it's case, and brought it down hard on my crotch, watching the custard and cream explode outwards. Grinding the shell down until it broke apart, I let my hand and fingers take over, fingering myself slowly before finding my clit, rubbing it gently as I felt my first orgasm of the day grow. It didn't take long before it hit, causing me to throw my head backwards against the edge of the pool, groaning and moaning out loud as I rode myself through. I was left shuddering in the slop, breathless, and unable to do much more than just rest for a minute to regain my strength.
As I lay there, the sweet smell of custard, cream and treacle filling my nose, the occasional splat as porridge dripped from my hair, I heard the front door open and close. Sitting up in a panic, I heard Dan calling my name, before making his way up the stairs, checking each room for me. I knew I should've locked the door!
I held my breath, listening as his footsteps came closer. He knocked on the bedroom door, and I heard him open it and call my name again, sounding puzzled. Finally, I saw the doorknob to the guest room beginning to turn...
To be continued!
Sarah's Day of Fun
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Re: Sarah's Day of Fun
Caught! (or, Sarah's Day of Fun Part 2)
I held my breath, listening as his footsteps came closer. He knocked on the bedroom door, and I heard him open it and call my name again, sounding puzzled. Finally, I saw the doorknob to the guest room beginning to turn...
I was out of ideas, and it was too late to try and throw myself against the door to stop it opening. Butterflies in my stomach, and dread in my heart, I let the door open, Dan slowly revealing himself as the door opened wider. He smiled, started to say hi, then stopped dead, his jaw dropping at the sight of me lying naked in a pool full of gunge. He stood there for a few seconds, speechless, then took a deep breath.
“Sarah? What's going on?”
I stuttered for a few seconds, not quite sure how to answer him. Eventually, I threw out the first thing that came to me.
“Uh...I...it was a dare. I lost a bet, and was dared to gunge myself.”
“Really?” Dan said, “There's a lot of food here for someone who lost a bet. Did the bet also say you should end up naked?”
I didn't have an answer to that.
“I see. If it was a bet, and I'm not saying I believe you, I think you ending up naked means you enjoyed yourself.”
Again, I didn't really have an answer. I couldn't meet his eyes.
“So, judging by your silence, I don't think it was a bet at all. What were you up to, and why?”
“I...uh...uh...”
Dan waited for a few seconds, giving me a chance to speak. His eye roamed over my naked form, before glancing over at the remaining buckets, pies and tins that were going to make up my continuing day of fun. A full minute passed in silence. Finally, he sniffed, and walked past me to my stockpile. He was behind me, and I didn't dare turn to face him.
“You like it, don't you? You like getting messy. You get off on it.”
I couldn't answer. My face burned red from shame and embarrassment – I never wanted Dan to find out this way, and I was afraid he'd be angry, or decide to leave.
“I'm sorry honey, I really a-mffffph!”
Dan didn't give me a chance to finish. My world went dark as a cream topped apple and blackberry pie was pressed into my face, before he twisted it and dragged it up over my forehead, through my hair, before dropping the case into the sheeting beside me. I was in shock, and pieces of pie filling fell into my lap as I reached up to clear my eyes.
“There. Did you enjoy that?”
My head spinning, I could only nod. I was still speechless at all this.
“Well then, you can have some more!”
My vision went black again as he slapped a custard filled pie on each side of my head, sandwiching me. He made sure to rub the custard filling and crust in well, before tossing the tins aside, and taking the last pie, butter squash, and splatting it down hard on my head, orange goop raining down my face.
I was still in shock over all this, but could feel my pussy responding to his aggressive treatment. I had to bite my lip from moaning, but I'm sure he could tell how turned on I was by my irregular breathing.
Once I was sure he had finished with his current barrage, I cleared my eyes and turned to face him, my butt squishing in the build up of goo beneath me. Finally, I took a deep breath, and met his eyes.
“Yes. I enjoy getting messy, and I have done for years. I love it.”
“I know. Was it so hard to tell me?”
“I was afraid of how you'd take it. I was scared you'd leave me.”
“Sarah...I've known for a while.” He smiled to himself, “you're not quite as good at cleaning up after yourself as you might think. Once I had an inkling of what was happening...well, let's just say I found your collection on the Computer.”
“I...I...”
“We'll talk about it later. For now, there's some food here that needs to be used up. Lie back.”
I did what he said, resting on my elbows. Dan picked up a bowl of chocolate cake batter, and dipped his hand in, feeling it against his fingers. Withdrawing a handful, he threw it at my torso, smirking as it hit my left boob, coating the breast and nipple. He quickly followed it up with another handful, this time heading for my right. He was a surprisingly good aim!
Dan slipped his shoes and socks off and rolled up his trousers, taking a step into the pool. The goo covered him to his ankles, so he had to be careful not to slip as he raised the bowl over my chest and tipped it, letting a stream of brown flow down my chest, pooling in the crook between my legs.
“Rub it in.”
I reached up to my boobs, enjoying the silky sensation of rubbing the sweet smelling gunk into my skin, before pausing to play with my nipples. I moaned softly, feeling less self conscious as the seconds ticked by. I stopped paying attention to my boyfriend and relaxed a little, enjoying myself. A pitter patter on my head caught my attention, and I made the mistake of looking up just as a tinful of spaghetti dropped from the can, landing with a splat on my upturned face. I held still, letting gravity take hold as the strands slid from my face and down my neck, one by one. A minute or two passed, and I sat up, clearing my eyes again.
“Stand up, and step out of the pool.”
Again, I did as he asked, my messy state of undress causing me to slip into a submissive role. I watched as Dan took the stool and placed it in the middle of the pool, then picked up a chocolate gateaux, perching it on the stool. He topped it off with an entire can of whipped cream, then motioned me over.
Smiling to myself, I knew just what to do. I licked my lips, and stood in front of the stool. Making eye contact with him, I sat down hard, chocolate and cream spraying out from under my seat and up between my legs. I kept my eyes on Dan as I shuddered with pleasure, then reached down into the mess between my thighs, rubbing it into my pussy.
“Hold on a moment.”
He turned back to my stockpile, and picked up my favourite dildo, which I was planning to use as a finale, and the last can of treacle. He handed the dildo to me, and walked over to be beside me.
Shuddering in anticipation of what I knew was going to happen, I took the dildo, twisting it's base so it buzzed to life. I ran it between my legs, picking up a lot of cream, chocolate and juices onto it's shaft, then purposefully looked up at my boyfriend, maintaining eye contract as I licked the shaft cream. I heard him groan, and saw him discretely try and adjust what was a growing bulge in his trousers.
I slipped the dildo between my legs again, spreading them enough to allow me to slowly push the shaft of the dildo home. I moaned, letting my left hand find my clit and play, circling it and rubbing hard. My eyes closed, my first indication Dan had put the treacle to work was as I felt it tickle my pubis, before running down over my hands and the dildo. I opened my eyes, watching my hands becoming a blur, before Dan's hand came down hard on my leg, shattering my reverie.
“Not until I tell you. Stand up.”
Dazed, I did so, and he removed the stool from the pool, before motioning me to sit in the goo in the middle of the pool. I lay down, facing away from him. My dildo still buzzing in my hand, I was aching to cum, and I wasn't sure where this was going.
“Now, you can continue. But I want you to tell me before you cum, or there'll be consequences.”
I resumed playing with myself, sliding the dildo back into my pussy, and rubbing my clit. Leaving the dildo as deep as it would go, I started to rub the slop around my body, before stopping to pinch my nipples hard. My orgasm was coming, and I couldn't wait!
“Oh, god! Dan...I'm...I'm cumming!”
My eyes open wide, I arched my back, and caught sight of Dan...as he raised the final bucket over my head. He tipped it over just as I came, a torrent of baked beans pouring out like a waterfall, pouring off my face, into my hair, and splattering down my chest. I kept rubbing my clit, and resumed fucking myself with the dildo, the beans heightening my orgasm to almost painful levels. I came and came, for what seemed like hours, before finally letting myself fall backwards with a squelch, pulling the dildo free.
I was breathless, speechless, and completely drained – it was the best orgasm I'd had sploshing for a while. But how did Dan feel about all this? I cleared my eyes one final time, and looked up at him, a question in my eyes.
“I told you, we'll talk about it later. For now...enjoy yourself.” He cleaned his feet using one of the spare towels by the door, then turned back to face me.
“In case you were wondering, I came home to spend lunch with you. Definitely not what I was expecting.. Anyway, see you in a few hours.”
He closed the door behind him, and I lay back in the mixed up slop, feeling it squidge up in all the right places. The gunge was still warm around me, and I decided I'd spend a while longer bathing in this pool...
I held my breath, listening as his footsteps came closer. He knocked on the bedroom door, and I heard him open it and call my name again, sounding puzzled. Finally, I saw the doorknob to the guest room beginning to turn...
I was out of ideas, and it was too late to try and throw myself against the door to stop it opening. Butterflies in my stomach, and dread in my heart, I let the door open, Dan slowly revealing himself as the door opened wider. He smiled, started to say hi, then stopped dead, his jaw dropping at the sight of me lying naked in a pool full of gunge. He stood there for a few seconds, speechless, then took a deep breath.
“Sarah? What's going on?”
I stuttered for a few seconds, not quite sure how to answer him. Eventually, I threw out the first thing that came to me.
“Uh...I...it was a dare. I lost a bet, and was dared to gunge myself.”
“Really?” Dan said, “There's a lot of food here for someone who lost a bet. Did the bet also say you should end up naked?”
I didn't have an answer to that.
“I see. If it was a bet, and I'm not saying I believe you, I think you ending up naked means you enjoyed yourself.”
Again, I didn't really have an answer. I couldn't meet his eyes.
“So, judging by your silence, I don't think it was a bet at all. What were you up to, and why?”
“I...uh...uh...”
Dan waited for a few seconds, giving me a chance to speak. His eye roamed over my naked form, before glancing over at the remaining buckets, pies and tins that were going to make up my continuing day of fun. A full minute passed in silence. Finally, he sniffed, and walked past me to my stockpile. He was behind me, and I didn't dare turn to face him.
“You like it, don't you? You like getting messy. You get off on it.”
I couldn't answer. My face burned red from shame and embarrassment – I never wanted Dan to find out this way, and I was afraid he'd be angry, or decide to leave.
“I'm sorry honey, I really a-mffffph!”
Dan didn't give me a chance to finish. My world went dark as a cream topped apple and blackberry pie was pressed into my face, before he twisted it and dragged it up over my forehead, through my hair, before dropping the case into the sheeting beside me. I was in shock, and pieces of pie filling fell into my lap as I reached up to clear my eyes.
“There. Did you enjoy that?”
My head spinning, I could only nod. I was still speechless at all this.
“Well then, you can have some more!”
My vision went black again as he slapped a custard filled pie on each side of my head, sandwiching me. He made sure to rub the custard filling and crust in well, before tossing the tins aside, and taking the last pie, butter squash, and splatting it down hard on my head, orange goop raining down my face.
I was still in shock over all this, but could feel my pussy responding to his aggressive treatment. I had to bite my lip from moaning, but I'm sure he could tell how turned on I was by my irregular breathing.
Once I was sure he had finished with his current barrage, I cleared my eyes and turned to face him, my butt squishing in the build up of goo beneath me. Finally, I took a deep breath, and met his eyes.
“Yes. I enjoy getting messy, and I have done for years. I love it.”
“I know. Was it so hard to tell me?”
“I was afraid of how you'd take it. I was scared you'd leave me.”
“Sarah...I've known for a while.” He smiled to himself, “you're not quite as good at cleaning up after yourself as you might think. Once I had an inkling of what was happening...well, let's just say I found your collection on the Computer.”
“I...I...”
“We'll talk about it later. For now, there's some food here that needs to be used up. Lie back.”
I did what he said, resting on my elbows. Dan picked up a bowl of chocolate cake batter, and dipped his hand in, feeling it against his fingers. Withdrawing a handful, he threw it at my torso, smirking as it hit my left boob, coating the breast and nipple. He quickly followed it up with another handful, this time heading for my right. He was a surprisingly good aim!
Dan slipped his shoes and socks off and rolled up his trousers, taking a step into the pool. The goo covered him to his ankles, so he had to be careful not to slip as he raised the bowl over my chest and tipped it, letting a stream of brown flow down my chest, pooling in the crook between my legs.
“Rub it in.”
I reached up to my boobs, enjoying the silky sensation of rubbing the sweet smelling gunk into my skin, before pausing to play with my nipples. I moaned softly, feeling less self conscious as the seconds ticked by. I stopped paying attention to my boyfriend and relaxed a little, enjoying myself. A pitter patter on my head caught my attention, and I made the mistake of looking up just as a tinful of spaghetti dropped from the can, landing with a splat on my upturned face. I held still, letting gravity take hold as the strands slid from my face and down my neck, one by one. A minute or two passed, and I sat up, clearing my eyes again.
“Stand up, and step out of the pool.”
Again, I did as he asked, my messy state of undress causing me to slip into a submissive role. I watched as Dan took the stool and placed it in the middle of the pool, then picked up a chocolate gateaux, perching it on the stool. He topped it off with an entire can of whipped cream, then motioned me over.
Smiling to myself, I knew just what to do. I licked my lips, and stood in front of the stool. Making eye contact with him, I sat down hard, chocolate and cream spraying out from under my seat and up between my legs. I kept my eyes on Dan as I shuddered with pleasure, then reached down into the mess between my thighs, rubbing it into my pussy.
“Hold on a moment.”
He turned back to my stockpile, and picked up my favourite dildo, which I was planning to use as a finale, and the last can of treacle. He handed the dildo to me, and walked over to be beside me.
Shuddering in anticipation of what I knew was going to happen, I took the dildo, twisting it's base so it buzzed to life. I ran it between my legs, picking up a lot of cream, chocolate and juices onto it's shaft, then purposefully looked up at my boyfriend, maintaining eye contract as I licked the shaft cream. I heard him groan, and saw him discretely try and adjust what was a growing bulge in his trousers.
I slipped the dildo between my legs again, spreading them enough to allow me to slowly push the shaft of the dildo home. I moaned, letting my left hand find my clit and play, circling it and rubbing hard. My eyes closed, my first indication Dan had put the treacle to work was as I felt it tickle my pubis, before running down over my hands and the dildo. I opened my eyes, watching my hands becoming a blur, before Dan's hand came down hard on my leg, shattering my reverie.
“Not until I tell you. Stand up.”
Dazed, I did so, and he removed the stool from the pool, before motioning me to sit in the goo in the middle of the pool. I lay down, facing away from him. My dildo still buzzing in my hand, I was aching to cum, and I wasn't sure where this was going.
“Now, you can continue. But I want you to tell me before you cum, or there'll be consequences.”
I resumed playing with myself, sliding the dildo back into my pussy, and rubbing my clit. Leaving the dildo as deep as it would go, I started to rub the slop around my body, before stopping to pinch my nipples hard. My orgasm was coming, and I couldn't wait!
“Oh, god! Dan...I'm...I'm cumming!”
My eyes open wide, I arched my back, and caught sight of Dan...as he raised the final bucket over my head. He tipped it over just as I came, a torrent of baked beans pouring out like a waterfall, pouring off my face, into my hair, and splattering down my chest. I kept rubbing my clit, and resumed fucking myself with the dildo, the beans heightening my orgasm to almost painful levels. I came and came, for what seemed like hours, before finally letting myself fall backwards with a squelch, pulling the dildo free.
I was breathless, speechless, and completely drained – it was the best orgasm I'd had sploshing for a while. But how did Dan feel about all this? I cleared my eyes one final time, and looked up at him, a question in my eyes.
“I told you, we'll talk about it later. For now...enjoy yourself.” He cleaned his feet using one of the spare towels by the door, then turned back to face me.
“In case you were wondering, I came home to spend lunch with you. Definitely not what I was expecting.. Anyway, see you in a few hours.”
He closed the door behind him, and I lay back in the mixed up slop, feeling it squidge up in all the right places. The gunge was still warm around me, and I decided I'd spend a while longer bathing in this pool...
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