Becky's Jog

[Slapstickman]

Seems to be a good time for stories at the moment. Here's another new one for you. It's proper Slapstick, but has a little bit of everything, so hope you like it. Let me know what you think and if you like it, I've got some more stories to post.....


Becky’s alarm starting buzzing; she switched it off and sat up in bed. The sun was shining through the curtains in her room and she felt ready to start the day. She climbed out of bed, not realising her nighty was caught on the bed post. There was a tearing sound as Becky’s flimsy night wear was ripped off. The force of her involuntary strip sent Becky stumbling forward, towards the window. She tried to steady herself by grabbing hold of the curtains in her dorm room; but they too were thin and ripped down, leaving Becky stood stark naked in her window. In a panic, Becky hastily threw a bed sheet over the window.

Becky was 21, pretty, tall, slim with long blonde hair. She had a fantastic pert bottom and perky 36C breasts. She was gorgeous and more than a little vain. She put on her glasses. Becky hated wearing them and refused to be seen in public in them. She wished she’d put them on before getting out of bed though as she might have noticed her nighty was in danger of being ripped from her back. She sighed as she put her jogging gear on, covering her sexy bare body in panties, a sports bra, vest top and some trainers.

She reached for her daily contact lenses, but the box was empty. She’d run out. “Shit” Becky cursed. “I’m not going jogging in those horrible glasses. I’ll just have to be careful”

She left her dorm room, walked down the corridor, almost fell down the stairs and bumped into the door before making her way outside. Becky knew she was being a bit silly not wearing her glasses - she could barely see a thing without them – but her vanity got the better of her as she stepped outside into the warm spring morning.

She began to warm up for her jog doing stretches without realising that Pete, the campus Janitor, was power washing the path just a few feet away. Pete didn’t notice Becky at first, but soon spotted her and when Becky started touching her toes, her shorts riding up her toned thighs and her sexy bottom sticking in the air, barely covered by her shorts, he was transfixed. He watched Becky continue her warm up, not concentrating on where he was aiming the power hose. Becky, her warm up complete, slowly jogged away; unaware of the effect she was having on Pete. Pete watched her disappear into the distance but his spell was broken as he heard a splashing sound, followed by a loud scream.

Pete snapped out of his lustful daze and faced forwards towards the scream. He gulped as he saw Caroline Lee, the new drama lecturer, dripping from head to toe in water. Whilst Pete had been watching Becky warm up, he hadn’t been watching where the hose was pointing and he had thoroughly soaked the pretty faculty member. Caroline’s white dress was stuck to her body. Pete often wondered if she wore a bra and he got his answer as her large bare breasts were clearly visible through the transparent soaked fabric which was stuck to her body, her soaked thighs and tiny panties were also clearly visible and drenched.

Caroline slicked back her sopping long brown hair as water dripped from her face into her already soaked cleavage. She scowled at Pete and gestured at him to give her the hose. The hose was still going full blast as Pete handed it over to the incredibly wet and angry drama lecturer. Caroline was soaked for a second time as she took control of the hose. She turned it on the hapless Janitor, spraying it up and down his body until his black hair was soaked as his tight t-shirt stuck to his muscled chest and his jeans were plastered against his strong thighs.

Caroline was not so angry now, she found herself getting a little turned on as she thoroughly soaked the handsome Janitor. When she decided Pete was about as wet as she could possibly get him, she walked over to him, pulled open the front of his jeans and thrust the hose down. Pete yelled as he felt an icy blast of cold water over his boxers, soaking them through to his cock and balls. Caroline, still dripping with water herself, her bare breasts jiggling through her soaked dress smiled smugly at him, and walked away, leaving a damp trail as she tried to muster what little dignity she could. Poor Pete was left with the hosepipe stuck down his jeans, water gushing everywhere.

Becky, unaware of what chaos she had unwittingly caused on campus, continued her jog and was soon running down Main Street. She could hardly see a thing, but had heard a few cheeky whistles, so she knew she was looking great. In front of her a man was bending over a bin to drop a banana skin. Becky didn’t see him and knocked his arm flying, sending the banana skin into the air.

“Watch it” the man shouted.

“Sorry” Becky yelled back apologetically. She thought it better to keep running.

The Banana skin, however, was left on the pavement as an attractive, well dressed, brunette in her early thirties headed obliviously towards it clutching a cream pie she’d just bought from the shop below her office. As she was going to be sharing it with her colleagues she had not boxed up the pie or covered it.

Her high heeled shoe stepped onto the banana skin and slipped. Desperately trying to keep her balance, she threw her hand up and slapped the cream pie straight into her own face. The lady gasped as her face was covered in messy cream. Pie filling dripped over her black business suit and down her cleavage. She couldn’t see a thing and didn’t notice she was tottering towards a ladder.

On the ladder a workman was painting the outside of the building. The pied lady hit the ladder causing the workman, in his struggle to hold on, to upend the large tin of paint he was using. Before the pretty pied brunette realised what was happening the contents of the paint tin came raining down on her, covering her in thick white paint. The lady screamed as it sloshed over her long brown hair, ran down her pie covered face and over her once pristine business suit, splattering down her ample cleavage.

The workman, meanwhile, had lost his battle to hold the ladder to the wall. The ladder began to slip sideways, but luckily he managed to grab hold of a window ledge just in time as it slipped away. The ladder crashed to the pavement, causing shoppers coming out of a nearby supermarket to panic. People screamed and a woman jumped out of the way pushing her shopping trolley out in front of her. Before she had the chance to stop it, the trolley was out of control and began to trundle, on the pavement, down a steep hill.

The workman, still hanging onto the window ledge, felt his trousers begin to slip. He’d ripped the main button off his trousers as they’d scraped across the rough wall of the building when he’d grabbed the window ledge. Now was not the best day to go commando he thought as his trousers slid down his legs and bunched round his ankles, displaying his bare arse to the whole street.

Two women in their mid twenties were getting out of a taxi across the road from the melee.

“Look at that bloke hanging off that building with his arse out” the pretty red head said to her friend.

“Wow! You don’t see that every day” her friend replied “quite a nice bum too”

“How embarrassing to be half naked in front of the whole street” the red head commented as she shut the taxi door “I’d never do that”

The taxi began to drive off, but the pretty red head was too busy gawping at the workman’s bum wiggling from the side of the building to notice that she’d trapped her dress in the taxi door. There was a ripping noise and then a scream as the dress left with the taxi and the gorgeous red head was left stood in just her heels and a pair of tiny pink panties. She instinctively covered her 34D breasts with her hands.

“You really should wear a bra” her friend advised, unhelpfully.

The out of control shopping trolley, meanwhile, was picking up speed half way down the hill, forcing shoppers to dive out of it’s way.

In a nearby cake shop Angela, the Manager, had just finished making a display of fresh cream cakes on the fridge units. She admired her handiwork as she stepped back from the display and adjusted her smart skirt and blouse. She ran her hands through her long black hair.

Outside, the trolley was careering down the hill and span towards a skateboarder who was making his way up the hill. He quickly managed to steer his board to safety, but flew straight into the cake shop. Angela was bent over her cream cake display as the skateboarder hit her on the backside, sending her falling face first into the cream cakes.

There was a scream followed by a loud squelching noise as Angela’s entire body landed in the cakes, from her face down to her toes. Angela squirmed in the cream cakes, her body slipping and sliding as she tried to extract herself from the messy desserts. She eventually peeled herself out of the pies. The entire front of her body was caked, from her face down to her ankles. She wiped her eyes and glared at the skateboarder who had sent her flying.

“I’m sorry” he gasped nervously as he cast his eyes over the messy cake shop manager. A dollop of cream dripped down into Angela’s cleavage as she grabbed a cake from the second shelf, above where she’d fallen. She hurled it at the skateboarder, but he saw it coming and ran out of the shop, his head ducked. Unfortunately for Angela her regional manager, Alice, had just walked into the shop. The cream cake Angela threw hit Alice straight in the face, splattering all down her expensive suit.

Alice wiped her eyes free of the pie. Her blue eyes glared from under a face full of fresh cream.

“Oh my god” Angela exclaimed “I’m so sorry, I was aiming for someone else”

“That’s ok then” Alice growled sarcastically, shaking with anger “as long as you were aiming for one of our customers”

“But I didn’t mean that I meant I was aiming for…” Angela whimpered

“Get me two of your largest jugs of fresh cream” Alice ordered Angela as she picked pie filling out of her long blonde hair.

Angela scurried behind the counter and returned with two large jugs, filled to the brim with thick, fresh, double cream. She handed both jugs to Alice. Without warning, Alice poured the contents of the first jug over Angela’s head, soaking her in thick cream. Angela squealed as the gooey white slop covered her hair and ran down her pretty, pie covered face. Cream cascaded down her back and sploshed over her blouse soaking until it was nearly transparent, her lacy white bra clearly visible through the sopping fabric.

When Alice was sure the first jug had been completely emptied over Angela’s head, she put the empty jug on the counter and used her free hand to pull open Angela’s cream soaked blouse. Alice emptied the contents of the second jug down Angela’s front, pouring the messy, creamy goo over her chest. Angela squealed as cream sloshed over her boobs and down her stomach. Her bra was soaking in cream and her nipples poked through the lacy fabric.

Alice again ensured that the entire contents of the jug had been dumped over Angela before resting the second empty jug down on the counter. Alice rubbed her hands together with some satisfaction. She walked over to the cream cake display that Angela had fallen into minutes earlier and barked at the hapless manager to “clean the mess up immediately”.

Angela, however, had had enough humiliation for one day and picked up a surviving cream flan from the second shelf. She lifted up Alice’s expensive suit skirt. Much to Angela’s delight, Alice was only wearing a tiny black thong and there was only the smallest piece of fabric between Alice’s bare bottom and the elements. Angela slapped the cake forcefully over Alice’s arse, causing her hapless boss to scream loudly. As cold, sticky cream dripped from Alice’s pert buttocks, a crowd had appeared and were enjoying her bosses’ humiliation as much as Angela was.

The shopping trolley, meanwhile, had picked up pace and was flying down the hill at a ferocious pace. At the bottom of the hill was a fountain and two pretty young office girls, about 19 years old, walked slowly, taking their time collecting the morning coffee order from the local coffee shop. They were enjoying the sun and not really watching where they were going, when suddenly they noticed the trolley heading straight for them. There was no time for them to jump forwards out of the way, so the two blondes had no option but to dive backwards into the fountain. There were 3 large splashes as both girls and the trolley ended up in the cold water.

The girls slowly re-surfaced from the fountain, they were both soaked to the skin, their tight wet work clothes stuck to their nubile bodies. Their blouses became transparent and their breasts were clearly visible through their soaked bras. They spluttered and splashed around in the water in a state of disbelief.

Becky, unaware of the chaos she had unleashed, continued her jog past the hardware store. She’d noticed the blurred image of a man coming out of the shop but, because she didn’t have her glasses on, she didn’t notice he was carrying a plank of wood. Outside the shop on the grass verge of the pavement, next to the road, a traffic warden was leaning over a white car looking at the parking ticket on the side window to ensure it was still valid. It had been raining heavily the previous evening and the grass verge was practically a mud pit from where other, less careful, drivers had parked.

Erica, the traffic warden, kept her feet on the pavement, away from the mud but leant over the messy brown goo to read the ticket. Becky avoided the hardware shop customer but collided with his plank of wood, sending it spinning 90 degrees. The plank hit Erica on the bottom and knocked her squealing into the thick, sloppy mud.

The tall, buxom traffic warden splattered mud over the white car and the hardware store customer as she landed face down in the messy brown slop; her pretty face smooshed into the cold mud.

“Oh my god” she gasped as she tried to lift herself out of the mud. She slipped and fell again into the messy slime. Her white blouse was now brown and plastered in mud and her skirt was similarly coated and riding up her long legs.

“Watch where you’re going” John, the hardware store customer, yelled as Becky disappeared into the distance, jogging faster than ever.

“Sorry” she yelled apologetically.

John dropped his plank of wood and went over to help Erica out.

“Get away from me you idiot” she spluttered through a face full of mud.

“It wasn’t my fault” John protested “it was that stupid jogger. Here, let me help you”.

With John’s help, Erica managed to pull herself up from the mud.

“What jogger?” Erica asked accusingly

“errm, she’s gone now but there was a jogger. She ran into my plank, causing me to whack you on the bottom”

“Really” Erica replied, unconvinced. She looked very pretty, John thought, even under a coating of thick, sloppy mud. Her big breasts were clearly visible through her sodden blouse; her nipples were erect and sticking through her lacy bra “so it wasn’t just a case of having some cheap fun at the expense of the traffic warden and sending me arse over tit in the mud?”

“No. Nothing like that at all, there was this jogger and she…”

“Oh yes, of course” Erica said “the jogger”. She pushed John, causing him to slip over backwards. He landed on his bottom in a large pool of sloppy mud.

John groaned as the slimy, sloppy mud soaked through his jeans.

“There she goes again” Erica quipped. She bent over, unintentionally giving John a fantastic view of her messy cleavage as she scooped up a handful of gooey mud “and look, here she comes again” Erica slowly and deliberately rubbed her handful of mud into John’s face, smearing it all over his handsome features until they disappeared under a mound of messy brown gunk.

“Very funny” John spluttered from under a face full of sticky mud. He clambered to his feet, scooping up a handful of mud himself as he stood to face Erica.

She glared at him but it didn’t stop John from peeling her blouse from her chest long enough to drop his handful of sloppy mud down.

Erica gasped as the cold, gooey mud splattered over her breasts turning her lacy bra a shade of light brown. She looked down ruefully at her messy chest, before bending down a second time and scooping up another handful of mud.

With her free hand she skilfully undid John’s belt and pulled his jeans open at the front. She then dropped her huge dollop of mud down, causing John to take a sharp intake of breath as the cold mud slid over his crotch, soaking through his thin cotton boxer shorts.

Erica grinned widely, very pleased with herself until she felt a cool draught on her bottom. John lifted up her skirt and slapped a handful of cold mud over her bum, covering her lacy white knickers in brown goo, until they were plastered to her firm arse.

Erica shrieked as the sloppy mud splattered over her bottom. “How dare you” she exclaimed. She turned to face her tormentor, dripping mud and barely controlling her anger. John bent over to pick up another handful of sloppy brown goo, but Erica was quicker and pushed him over, sending him flying into the mud. She dived on him and the pair of them were soon rolling around in the thick, brown goo, smearing each other in slop. They didn’t seem to be quite so angry with each other after a while in fact they began to look like they were enjoying it.

Back on Campus, still oblivious to much of the chaos she’d caused, Becky had finished her run and began to warm down. Pete the Janitor had moved on to painting an office in Becky’s halls of residence. He had another fantastic view as the sexy student began to bend and stretch outside the window.

Caroline Lee, meanwhile, had managed to borrow some dry clothes from the drama department’s wardrobe and had come to apologise to Pete for overreacting earlier. She walked into the office and began to say sorry to the hapless handyman when she noticed he was miles away once again. Caroline had enjoyed the wet fun so much earlier that she found herself fancying a bit of a messy re-run. She noticed Pete was just dipping his roller into the paint tray and rolling it indiscriminately against the wall. He wasn’t even beginning to look where the paint was going as his gaze was fixed on Becky outside. Caroline quietly positioned herself between Pete and the wall and waited expectantly as he soaked the roller in thick magnolia paint.

She wasn’t disappointed as Pete soon ran the paint covered roller over her face, down her neck and rolled it messily on top of her cleavage and breasts. Once she was happy she’d got a good covering, Caroline squealed loudly.

Pete’s trance was rudely interrupted as he saw he’d covered the sexy drama lecturer in sloppy paint. Caroline’s face was dripping paint as was her cleavage and her boobs were clearly visible through the thin black top she’d borrowed, as they’d had a comprehensive splattering too.

“I don’t believe it” she exclaimed, using her acting skills to full effect “I come to apologise for overreacting earlier and this time you slosh paint all over me!”

Pete was shell-shocked “I’m so, so sorry. I had no idea you were there” he apologised profusely.

“Look at the state of me” Caroline continued, pushing her cleavage forwards and pointing to her paint covered face “you need to watch what you’re doing”.

“I’m really sorry” Pete repeated

“Sorry isn’t going to remove paint from my breasts is it?” Caroline snapped.

“No” Pete admitted solemnly.

“Right” Caroline replied. She picked up a paintbrush and dipped it in Pete’s tray of paint.

Pete gulped. He knew what was coming next. Caroline slapped the paintbrush across Pete’s face, covering it in sloppy magnolia goo. He spluttered as she dipped the brush for a second time and turned her attention downwards. She slopped the paint over his crotch, plastering the front of his jeans in paint until it soaked through to his boxer shorts. Caroline covered her brush again for the third time and this time ran her brush over Pete’s chest, soaking his t-shirt in the thick sloppy paint. When she was finished, Pete looked a right state. His shirt was stuck to his upper torso, showing off his toned chest and stomach, his jeans were coated and his face was dripping paint. He stood silently cursing his lack of concentration until a thought suddenly hit him.

“Hang on a minute” he protested from under a face full of paint “I know I was at fault earlier for the hosepipe incident; but this time, it must have been easier to avoid me than to position yourself in the exact spot to get plastered in paint”

“I beg your pardon?” Caroline replied incredulously as though Pete had just said the most bizarre thing she’d ever heard “are you suggesting that I somehow sneaked in here while you were distracted and deliberately stood in a position that would guarantee I got thoroughly slopped with paint?”

“It does seem a little odd, but that’s the only explanation” Pete replied.

“I’ve never heard anything so ridiculous in my life,” Caroline lied

“Really” Pete responded, unconvinced.

“Definitely” Caroline insisted “and if I’m lying you can dip that paint brush in the messiest sloppiest paint you have, take off my top and completely plaster my bare breasts”

“Wow!” Pete spluttered involuntarily “but how do I prove you were lying?”

“You ask me” Caroline answered

“Of course” Pete drawled “obvious really. Ok then” he began; convinced Caroline had lost her marbles “were you lying?”

“Of course I was” Caroline grinned, removing her tight black top and revealing her amazing large breasts. Pete’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as he eyed up the gorgeous topless woman in front of him. He was momentarily thrown before he reached for his paint brush and dipped it in the messy slop. Caroline’s nipples were erect and her breasts quivered as Pete directed his brush towards her ample chest. She squealed and giggled playfully as the brush was slapped gently over her fantastic tits, coating them slowly in thick magnolia paint that dripped down the pretty lecturer’s stomach and over her skirt. Caroline was getting so turned on by the feeling of the brush and the goo being slopped all over her big boobs.

Pete didn’t finish until Caroline’s bare breasts were completely covered in paint.

“Enjoy that, did you?” she giggled, looking down at her dripping boobs.

“No” Pete replied “not at all”

“Really?” Caroline grinned

“Definitely” Pete grinned “and if I’m lying you can dip that paint brush in the messiest sloppiest paint you can find, bend me over that decorating table, take down my jeans and shorts and slap the brush all over my bare bum”

Caroline liked the idea of that “but how do I prove you were lying?” she giggled. Her eyes drifted down to his crotch.

“You’re lying” she smiled, looking down at his huge erection “bend over”


Becky, meanwhile, had finished her warm down and returned to her room. She picked up a towel and her dressing gown and walked down the stairs to the shower room. She walked into the large shower room and locked the door before stripping off. Becky slipped out of her underwear and left her clothes in a pile by the door. There were 4 showers in the shower room and at the back of the room there was a large gunge tank. It had been assembled for a charity event taking place later in the day and was already filled with custard and cream, ready for a messy gunging.

Becky still hadn’t put her glasses on, so could only just make out the gunge tank. “Wow, a new shower” she said to herself “I’m going to try it out”. Becky stepped into the gunge tank, and arranged her shower gel and shampoo in a convenient place to reach.

“Now” Becky mused out loud “how do you start this thing?” she fumbled around for a button or lever to pull and eventually found what felt like a cord. She pulled it firmly and waited for the warm water. Unfortunately for Becky all she got was a loud whirring noise as the gunge tank lumbered into operation. Before Becky knew what was happening the contents of the tank were emptied over her bare body. She squealed as she was covered head to toe in cold custard and cream.

The gunge tank was well built and Becky was completely covered in the messy dessert, barely an inch of her naked body was spared as the cold creamy slop was poured all over her. Her hair and face, back and bum and breasts and stomach were all dripping in thick gooey cream. She could feel the messy gunge slide between her legs and over her pussy. Becky squealed flailing her arms around as the messy custard and cream mixture sploshed and sloshed from her body.

“This is so unfair!” she spluttered, wiping her eyes, looking down at her totally gunged body “why does this stuff always happen to me?” She slipped and slid around in the goo pooling around her feet, slicking her custard covered hair back “at least things can’t get any worse” she wailed.

Becky, however, was wrong. She had missed the note on the door of the shower room that read “Showers – out of order. Sorry for any inconvenience”

THE END

[briff1es]

Another fantastic story Slapstickman, great job!

I thought you did paint a very vivid picture with all the mini scenes and Becky tying them all together. Plus the fact it does offer almost something for everyone, substance-wise.

[mattbuck]

Haha, brilliantly funny.

[flemwod22]

Excellent story I didn't realise that many things could happen so simply. Looking forward to the next one already.

[mr angry]

Like this a lot, it has all what I like, mess, mud, drenchings and clothes ripping.