Christina Takes a VERY Dirty Bath

[sweetnpied]

Part I

(Hi everyone. Christina here with her typical pre-story intro. Okay. I know some of you have been pestering me in PMs to start story-telling again. So here's Part I, which is the tease of the start of a real wam story involving me. If you read my last one I wrote, "Christina's Return to a Splosher's Life," you'll see some of the story-line from that one carried over into here. But there's no need to labor through that previous story to read this one. I hope this one will stand sufficiently on its own. Just a warning, that there's only a little wam and wam sex chat mentioned here in Part I. There really down and dirty stuff will start with Part II.)

It was almost eleven am, and the time had nearly arrived. Christina had been working hard for nearly four hours, from the moment hubby Joe left for work, and the effect of her labors was clearly visible on what little clothing she was wearing.

She had been slaving over two large pots of boiling water for almost the entire time, and she was perspiring heavily. Christina had considered wearing a boring old t-shirt and shorts or granny panties for all this prep work, but had dismissed that thought almost as quickly as she considered it.

Part of the fun of getting ready for a major sploshing event was the naughtiness of wearing the sleezy clothing that would comprise a significant element of the session. And Christina was firmly committed to the idea of feeling as naughty as possible.

A couple of weeks ago she had stumbled on the perfect wamming bras completely by accident when she visited Target looking for a new umbrella. Immediately next to the stand with the umbrellas was the lingerie section, and Christina rarely passed a lingerie section without taking a moment to see what interesting new possibilities might be currently offered up for purchase.

She was incredulous that Hanes had put out a sports bra she had never seen before. Made of the flimsiest cotton-spandex combination (95%-5%), with just one stitched seam up the front center and not a single other means of support, the perfect bra for serious sploshing.

The bra, low-cut and completely lacking in any visible means of support other than the elastic edges, would stretch tightly against Christina’s boobs, thereby snugly trapping the messy substances she was dying to pour into it.

And a bargain to boot! Just $8 for two bras sold together, one a white and the other a light pink. Two colors Christina loved to get messy in. She immediately bought six sets. One size smaller than she should have bought.

Christina was currently wearing the pink version. The bottom reinforced hem dug deliciously into her skin, particularly under her armpits. It took a little effort to pull the bra on over her head. And now it was completely soaked in sweat and completely sheer.

Christina was also wearing two other undersized articles of clothing. Rummaging around a few weeks ago through boxes of old clothing she had stored away in the basement she had discovered some sexy clothing from her younger days. She had already tested out a couple of pairs of scandalously skimpy see-through booty shorts in her recent wamming sessions, and was wearing another such pair for today’s sploshing session.

For the first time since she had recently resumed her wamming life, however, she accompanied the tiny shorts with an even tinier pair of white panties. When Victoria Secret was still primarily a mail-order catalogue business, Christina would religiously acquire all sorts of sexy underwear that way.

Being something of a chronic shopaholic (and wondering if chronic and -aholic is a little redundant), it was not unusual for her buy ten or twenty pairs of her favorite undies at a time. And sure enough, digging around in the basement had uncovered an absolute treasure trove of items Christina had purchased ten, even fifteen years ago, but had long since forgotten were buried in boxes there when she and her husband had moved into their house seven years ago.

What made Christina feel especially sexy in these panties is that they, too, were undersized for her present frame, having been purchased so many years ago. Also, they were made of a kind of synthetic combinations of fabrics so popular in the 80s and 90s but difficult to find these days. There was a shiny look and light feel to the panties that made them just perfect for sploshing. Easy to slide up or down the ass, they never really absorb so much of the mess so as to lose their basic shape. And each panty was still sealed in its original individual plastic shipping wrapper, so there was no loss of elasticity to the hems around the waist and legs of the knickers due to the years of storage, as had happened with some of the other vintage undies Christina had uncovered during her recent search through the boxes in the basement.

And of course, Christina had on the ubiquitous thigh-high white stockings, sans garter belt on this occasion. But her entire wardrobe, except her panties, had become completely sheer from the sweat of Christina’s hours of work.

For Christina was on a mission for multiple purposes. Yesterday, she and Joe had participated in their first wam sex session in about a eight years. And as good as it was, it could have gone better. Mostly the chocolate sundae syrup Christina used was just too fucking cold. So one of her goals today was to figure this problem out for future sessions because Joe had reaffirmed his promise to give her a full week of sploshing over the next few days. But they had already known ahead of time that today was a day Joe had to go to the office. So a perfect time for Christina to experiment and figure out the problem with the temperature of the bottled syrup.

The other goal was a personal one. When Christina took a break from sploshing that eventually lasted four and a-half years, her last foray into her masochistic fetish had been something of a record one. Two hundred and fifty bottles of chocolate sundae syrup, the same type of syrup she had used yesterday with Joe, plus one hundred bottles of strawberry jam and about seventy boxes of cake batter. Today, she was out to break at least one of those records.

Joe, before he took ill, would go on yearly trips with his best buds for a week or two touring baseball stadiums (stadia?) around the country. That period of time would provide Christina an excellent excuse to explore, at length, some amazing solo wam sessions. The last one she had done with such a large array of items in August of 2005, while again completely amazing, incredible sensual and just fucking fantastic, still felt a little less than complete, however.

She started the six-day wamathon by spending two days in the bathtub with the strawberry jam. It was, to steal a British expression, simply brilliant. Two sessions each day playing in the sticky goo. Letting little and not so little pieces of strawberry preserve float inside her clothing and rubbing against her sensitive parts.

Unfortunately, and with not a lot of foresight, she dumped the jam in a nearby commercial trash removal container when the two days were over. If she had to do it again, she should have saved the strawberry jam to mix with the sundae syrup. But she had assumed the cake batter would work out better than it did and had originally planned to combine the cake batter with the sundae syrup during the latter part of the wamathon.

But the batter was a disaster. It took her almost all day to mix the first fifty boxes by hand. Wanting to get messy with the substance before reaching total exhaustion, she tested out the quantity she had mixed. Rolling around in the thick batter was quite pleasurable, but there was an extremely unexpected and uncomfortable side effect. The batter powder had not sufficiently emulsified when Christina hand-mixed it with warm water, and it left her with a rather nasty gritty feeling under her eyelids that took about five days to clear.

That left her all of the final three days of Joe’s trip to enjoy just the sundae syrup. But enjoy it she did. Six full sessions, two a day, of just totally uninhibited masturbatory play. But alas, there was still one slight bit of disappointment.

Christina had spread the supplies to be used out over each of the six session, leaving the full effect of all of the bottles remaining for the last day. But by then, she had cleaned out the tub four times over the first two days. She saved what she could in buckets by the bathtub, but at the end of each session there still was a thin film of syrup lining the tub and covering her that all had to be washed down the drain. Even if she only lost ten bottles to each session’s cleanup, Christina was short forty bottles of the slimy, tarry go by the last day’s sessions.

Despite that, the final day’s sessions had been the best solo food wamming day of her life to date. Although she could never fully submerge herself, there was more than enough syrup in the tub to dunk her face sideways each time she came. The sensory deprivation caused by the loss of sight, smell, hearing and taste, turned all of the receptors of her touch on heightened alert. Every orgasm she produced was just as intense as the next.

At least that was going to be the case until today. For today, Christina was determined to fulfill a second goal. To put enough chocolate sundae syrup in the bathtub so that she could completely submerge herself in it.

[sweetnpied]

Wow. Part I went a lot shorter than I thought it would. Oh well. Gotta get dinner together. Maybe after dinner I'll write and post Part II!
Smoochies
Christina

[alext]

Enjoying it so far Christina, looking forward to part two

[dalious]

Can't wait for part 2.

[sweetnpied]

My apologies to all of you who are waiting for Part II (both those of you who have mentioned it here and those who have PM'd me). If you've seen my entry from today in the off-topic universal health care thread, I've hit a bit of a writer's block. I think I've gotten over it. I mentioned that in the other story line I put up, too. I don't want to just "tell the story of how it happened." I like to make it interesting and emotional and capture more of what's going on in my mind rather than just tell how dirty I'm getting. So sometimes I write a draft and just HATE it, which is where I'm currently at with Part II. Also, the previous story I told a little closer to the time when it happened, while this one happened nearly 6 weeks ago now. And with this particular wam story, I did some things I've never done before. So I'm struggling a little how to express everything in a way that I really like. I'll try to put up the final version of Part II sometime this weekend. Thanks for everyone's patience!

[sweetnpied]

Part II

(Great news everyone. Broke through my writer's block! Partly aided by a couple of Tanquerays and tonics, no doubt. I'm sure I'll re-edit this several times over the next couple of days, but I'm pretty happy with the way this has turned out. It was soooooo fucking boring the way I first wrote it. A little shorter than I anticipated, but just think how many more parts of this story I have left to tell! Enjoy! I know I absolutely did as I was doing it... and writing about it!)

Part II

The new record? Three hundred bottles of Smuckers’ heavy chocolate sundae syrup. Christina was determined to literally bury herself in the largest quantity of food in her life.

She had played in deeper quantities of mud, but never this much food before. Besides, her last experience in total submersion was her senior year in college! That was almost 19 years ago. Way, way too long to go without participating in something she so loved to do.

By Christina’s calculation, she currently had between 33 and 34 gallons of this tarry, slimy mess just waiting for her. It had taken her nearly 4 pain-staking hours to warm the contents of each of the 300 bottles by placing them in two large pots of boiling water, 8 bottles per pot, heating the chocolate until she hoped it was sufficiently warm enough for her to comfortably soak in.

The logistics of heating that many bottles, keeping their contents warm and transporting them from the kitchen to the bathroom was a story in itself, but one not worth repeating because it was boring, tedious and just so much fucking work.

Suffice it to say, Christina initially dumped the first twenty gallons into the bathtub by emptying a series of large plastic painter’s buckets with sealed lids that she used to store much of the heated chocolate as she was warming it. The pungent smell of the large mass of warm chocolate syrup being dumped into the tub immediately assaulted her olfactory senses like a wave crashing into her face as the heat and odor of what she had just emptied into the tub rose and nearly knocked her back on her ass. It was such a rich, dark, heavy, dirty smell, that this alone was getting Christina’s pleasantly moist and even a little itchy inside her crotch.

Nearly four hours of contemplating what the next several moments would be like had been more than long enough of a wait. Christina nearly sprinted out into the hallway to get the full-length dressing mirror. She strategically moved it into the bathroom to a place where she could easily watch what she was about to do to herself.

Christina paused and took a few deep breaths. There were many moments of truth for her to face over the next several minutes. Did she boil the syrup bottles too long so that the tub was full of scalding syrup? Were they heated enough? Were 300 bottles sufficient to fill the tub enough so she could completely submerge herself? Had Christina so psyched herself up in anticipating an overwhelmingly exciting adventure that the reality of the experience would be a disappointment?

Christina then laughed at herself at how ridiculous she had become. What was it about her, she wondered, that made her constantly dissect and analyze every little thing? Maybe that’s just the way of the modern female, juggling so many responsibilities at once, planning, planning, always planning, that it was difficult to just simply relax, experience the moment and enjoy.

One more very deep sigh and she could wait no more. And then a new scary thought caused her to momentarily freeze.

Entering the tub might be a little risky. Besides the possibility of the chocolate being too hot to safely handle, planting her foot on the tub floor in this slippery pool of goo would probably result in an inability to completely anchor it in one place, making a safe and balanced entry a difficult, if not impossible, task. But there was no stopping now, no matter what the risk.

She grabbed the side of the doubled up glass sliding shower doors tightly to maintain her balance. Then, as carefully and gingerly as possible, Christina pointed the toes of her stockinged left foot and allowed it to pierce the perimeter of the four- to five-inch deep morass of steaming chocolate sundae syrup.

To her amazement, the syrup was the perfect temperature. Warm, inviting and enveloping. And her fears of the inability to plant her foot on the bathtub floor were completely unfounded. For some inexplicable reason, as soon as her stockinged foot hit the bottom of the pool of syrup, it stuck right to the spot she placed it.

Then, a totally new experience struck Christina’s brain and senses. As her foot gradually invaded the sundae syrup swamp, her cunt juices simply erupted. Christina suddenly felt a moistness in her crotch that was no longer just perspiration or sweat. What was dampening her panties was definitely a little more viscous, a little slimier than that.

Christina never thought she ejaculated vaginal fluids before during an orgasm. Maybe this was a totally new experience for her. But something was absolutely excreting from her cunt. She could feel very definite sensations of warmth and dampness growing in the crotch of her panties and even penetrating into her booty shorts. She had moistened her panties before when getting turned on, but never anything like this. At least not that she could recall. Maybe when she used to submerge herself when playing mud volleyball in college, but if it did similarly happen then, she no longer remembered the sensation. And too bad if she had forgotten. For this feeling was both amazingly wonderful and exciting.

Her leg sank slowly, penetrating the pool of warm syrup all the way up to her mid-calf. Christina felt as if she were caught up in something magical and new. Electrical waves of energy were shooting up from her legs, through her spine, extending out her arms, and her pussy was tingling, itching. Her vaginal muscles were already spasming, involuntarily and alternatingly tightening and relaxing.

Then Christina slowly sank her right leg in to join her left. And the electricity only continued to grow exponentially inside her. Pins and needles is the only description that could come to her mind, but even that didn’t adequately put into words what she was feeling. She felt like a wildcat in heat. She’d fuck anyone and anything at this moment.

Christina instinctively knew her first orgasm was building rapidly and was only moments away. Time to dump some warm chocolate sundae syrup inside her panties and booty shorts. And opposed to any of her recent wam sessions with the syrup, this time she knew the chocolate grazing her cunt was going to be quite warm.

Without any hesitation, Christina removed the top of the first of thirty bottles of sundae syrup she had carefully positioned inside the bathtub before she had dumped the twenty gallons of chocolatey fluid in there. The heat that was restrained by the cap of the warmed bottle of syrup shot directly upward and penetrated the nostrils of Christina’s nose upon opening the bottle. She immediately felt a slight weakening in her knees because her mind had convinced her body that what was about to happen would be one of the greatest and dirtiest feelings of her life. And the reality of what she felt did nothing to disappoint her anticipated result.

She slowly tipped the exposed mouth of the bottle of syrup held in her right hand over her pussy, which she could see was ready to receive the filthy goo by pulling open her booty shorts and panties with her left hand. The warm, thick syrup ran quickly down her bush and labia and settled in a pool inside her panties. Christina had no clue what it felt like to be touched by a cattle prod, but she wondered if it felt anything like this. She nearly jumped up in the tub with excitement. “Holy motherfucker,” she screamed, as she snapped the very tight elastic top of her booty short shut, trapping the slimy, oily substance firmly against her cunt.

Christina instinctively began rubbing her crotch with her left hand on the outside of her short shorts, driving the very warm goo into the folds of her pussy lips. Her first orgasm of this session was only moments away. And she still had nearly half a bottle in her right hand.

Too many wonderful sensations were going on in her crotch right at this moment to change anything going on down there at this moment. What to do with the rest of the syrup in the first bottle? Christina simply allowed its contents to slide inside her cleavage and invade her way too tight bra.

That was all it took. Christina immediately doubled over at the waist, and then shot straight up and bent backwards, as a hard first orgasm had taken over her body. Christina allowed the bottle of syrup to slide out of her hand and sink in the tub of warm syrup. Her right hand was now free to start rubbing the chocolate coalescing inside her bra.

Rubbing only the outside, Christina could still feel her stiff nipples scraping the inside of her bra. The fabric became slippery as the chocolate continued spreading over her tits and was becoming absorbed in the mostly cotton fabric. But now another part of her body required even more attention she thought. Christina simply had to jam her free right hand inside her panties and use her left hand outside her booty shorts to help drive three fingers of her right hand deeper into her pussy.

Just as she executed that maneuver, Christina lifted her eyes up from her the area between her legs to look at the same part of her body in the full-length mirror outside the tub. That was the final straw. Orgasm two from the opening multiple cum of this mid-day insanity arrived right on top of the first orgasm.

This was simply one of her nasty, hard, dirty cums that she loved so much. These were typically shorter in length than the emotional ones, but they were always great nonetheless. And this cum absolutely did not disappoint. Also typical of this kind of orgasm, it never tired her, but encouraged her to let this be the start of a wonderful day of uninhibited slutiness.

[alext]

Excellent second part I love the description, really looking forward to the next bit ^_^

[sweetnpied]

Aww, thanks, sweetie. I'm actually writing it as I'm sending you this reply. (Well, not exactly as I'm doing this. I just took a momentary break. I mean, I'm VERY good at multi-tasking, but even THAT is a little beyond my capabilities.) The first draft of Part III is almost done. I fully expect to get it up on the forum before the weekend is out.

[sludge]

This weekend? This Easter weekend? Damn and blast that it's a long weekend, then. These stories are absolutely electrifying - the wait is torture!

And what is it about mess covered women and mirrors? One is seldom seen without the other.

[sweetnpied]

Part III

(Hi everyone, and Happy Easter. With about half an hour left to the day, I wanted to keep my promise to get Part III of my story up before the weekend was out. Not my best prose, by any stretch, so I probably will be editing this several times over the next few days.)

Christina was bent over and taking in air in huge gulps as she began to wind down from two exhilarating back-to-back orgasms. Her left hand had moved up to her bra’s cleavage in a reflexive response to her chest heaving so heavily as she gasped. Christina’s heartbeat was like the unending roll of a snare drum.

As her breathing began to become a bit more under control, Christina announced in a loud voice, “Oh my FUCKING god! WHAT the motherfucker was THAT?!?” She had never cum THAT quickly before in her entire life.

Christina now used her left hand to steady herself against the wall as she gradually extracted her right hand from inside her panties and booty shorts, both of which had crept way up her ass while she was masturbating just moments ago. They found their way into her crack from the sheer force of her entire hand and wrist plunging down the front of both pieces of clothing.

Christina was desperately attempting to process in her mind what just transpired, but there was simply no frame of reference to judge this against. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Was the rest of the afternoon to follow along those lines? Christina wasn’t sure her heart could stand a few hours of this much excitement, which was the amount of time she had originally planned to spend.

The only thing she could figure out was everything that led up to her initial entry into the calf-deep syrup had had a much deeper effect on her libido than she had perceived prior to her double orgasm. After all, this moment must have been building for the last four hours while she was doing all the prep work, and probably even longer once Christina thought about it.

When Christina decided the previous evening to solve the problem she and hubby experienced earlier that day with the cold temperature of the Smucker’s syrup, she had instantly decided at that moment to give it a go today using a record number of bottles. She figured what did she have to lose. It was either going to be a total disaster, too hot, too cold, no longer as exciting as she anticipated, or it would be one of the fucking greatest sploshing experiences of her life.

So the sexual tension had probably been building in Christina non-stop since last night, since the moment she determined she was going to go through with this at a previously unmatched depth of the dirtiest slime she could imagine. Shit, she probably dreamed about it all night long, too.

Then this morning she had to open each of the 300 bottles by hand and remove the protective aluminum seals covering the mouth for each individual bottle. That exposed Christina to the initial smell and view of the chilled syrup.

And as each one of the first 270 bottles was sufficiently heated, Christina then dumped the contents, one by one, into the large plastic painter’s buckets or the 15 one-gallon pitchers. That meant each bottle repeatedly exposed each of Christina’s senses to something about the naughty fluid.

Opening the bottle after it was heated to pour the contents into the painter’s bucket of 1-gallon picture brought to her nostrils the smell of the heated syrup. As she occasionally accidentally spilled a little of the sticky substance on hands, she got to savor the wicked sensation on her hand followed by an even less frequent taste of the sweet, warm chocolate as she licked it off her hand or fingers. Her eyes got to absorb the sight of the gloriously thick, rich goo entering the bucket or pitcher, and her ears got to reverberated from the sounds of the liquid plopping into an empty bucket or pitcher or the more muted but even more dastardly evil sound of chocolate syrup being dropped into more chocolate syrup as it was dumped into a partially-filled bucket or pitcher.

And Christina certainly felt the emotional rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins when she began filling the tub with the first 20 gallons of the slippery, sinful syrup. The 3 gallon deposit from the first painter’s bucket was absolutely fun to watch as it slid around the tub in small waves upon entry.

But it was the subsequent 3 gallon pourings that really got Christina’s heartbeat going. And now that she thought about it, the building fire in her cunt probably really started the more she dumped the Smucker’s syrup in the tub.

There was such a deep loud “blooooop” sound as the bucket containing the next collection of tarry liquid was introduced to what was already in the tub. And as the amount of syrup in the tub grew, the “bloop” sound grew louder, deeper and longer. And the temperature inside her vagina apparently grew along with it.

This constant assault on Christina’s senses of sight, smell, sound, taste and feel must have had a mounting effect on the little sex motors churning in her brain and her cunt. But she was working so hard at getting all the syrup into the tub that her ever-climbing sexual anxiety must have been purely at the subliminal level of her consciousness while she was doing all that work.

What must have caused Christina to come, what seemed to her, so quickly, was really the undetected build up of excitement in her subconscious for several hours which she tapped into once the thought of actually entering the warm morass became a reality. At that moment, it literally felt to Christina as if someone had set off fireworks inside her.

A very knowing and nasty smile came to Christina’s face. This wam session simply could not have started out any better. And she had only just begun.

And the aching in her cunt had not subsided even one bit. Because here she was, still relatively clean for the most part, with only one 20 ounce bottle of syrup inside her bra, panties and booty shorts. Still to go was 29 more similar bottles and 10 more 1-gallon pitchers to be poured all over her before.... then a head first dive into over 33 gallons of the densest syrup imaginable.

And what was fueling the furnace still raging red-hot in her crotch was the feeling of her feet, ankles and half her calves being completely encased in 20 gallons of very warm, very viscous, very pungent fluid. Even the slightest movement caused the mass to move and slither around her stockinged lower appendages. And that sensation was sooooo causing the feeling of electrical current jumping up and down and all through her body to continue unabated.

Slowly at first, Christina began pouring the contents of the individual bottles inside the front of her panties and booty shorts. Although this was the fourth time in about 3 weeks that she had done this to begin her splosh sessions, Christina still had not tired of the experience.

Besides, there were two pieces to today’s sploshing party that had not been experienced on the 3 previous occasions. One was the pre-heated warmth of the syrup. Up until now, Christina left the syrup at its chilly temperature and allowed the heat of her body to warm up the syrup, or the heat of her husband’s body during yesterday’s playtime.

Second, this was the first time since she returned to her wamming life a month ago that she was also wearing panties with her booty shorts. That created another interesting dynamic. There was a two-tiered sensation of fabric being saturated and then moved up and down and into her body.

For example, while Christina would slide her chocolate-covered silken panties up her pussy and ass cracks, she could let the soaked booty shorts stay pasted to her entire ass, including her ass cheeks and the very top of her thighs. This caused a kind of best-of-both worlds effect. She didn’t have to sacrifice having a delightful wedgie in exchange for feeling the sensation of full ass coverage. This allowed her to feel both naughty sensations simultaneously.

But now, after several newly added bottles of syrup, Christina’s panties and booty shorts were becoming quite bloated as ounces and ounces of warm syrup were welling up inside them. The tight, reinforced hems at the bottom of each leg of her shorts were once again doing a rather decent job of retaining as much syrup trapped inside as possible. She could almost feel as if her ass and crotch were already swimming in their own private filthy pool.

Even the minimal sports bra Christina was wearing played along in her perverse little game. It would hold a fair amount of chocolate for a short while, but not for very long. The more she poured down her cleavage, the more an equal quantity would seep out over the top, sneak out below the elastic bottom rim of the bra, or, since the bra was almost entirely made of cotton, simply soak through the fully saturated fabric.

No matter which way the syrup escaped her chest, there was still a simply titillating sense of continuing humiliation and degradation. Christina was a fucking dirty, messy, little whore-slut.

And what was even better was that Christina got to watch her descent into her filthy little fetish world as it was happening. She just could not help but watch the effect of the assault of the chocolate on her body in the full-length mirror standing on the far side of the bathroom. It added so very much to her sense of humiliation and degradation to actually WATCH what she was allowing to happen to her.

And the mirror allowed Christina to see a few things that were happening to her that she could not see without the mirror. For example, she could get a complete look at what the syrup was doing to her ass. She so loved looking at her ass in the mirror when sploshing, especially in tiny, flimsy booty shorts that revealed her panties.

Although the thick syrup camouflaged much of what her shorts and panties looked like, she could still see the outlines of them in the mirror. And the sight of what she had done to mess them up and how she was continuing to make them dirtier was adding to the tingling sensation building inside her.

She could also watch the effect the chocolate was having on her back and her rear bra straps. The sight of mostly bare skin being attacked by and attached to the chocolate, with just the tiniest strips of fabric across her back and ass shielding her from a totally nude submission made Christina feel sexy and dirty all at once.

Finally, Christina could also see in the mirror the effect all of this was having on her facial expression. The involuntary responses etched on her face caused by the warm syrup sliding in and around her body.

There was no question, that it was time for Christina to move on to her next orgasm. She had been gradually filling her clothing with the individual bottles of syrup for several minutes now. Time had absolutely no meaning to her during wam sex, but she instinctively knew to move on to another level of fetish sexuality.

One calculation she could reasonably rely on was the amount of syrup deployed by now. Only the first 10 or 11 had been emptied so far, but even that relatively small quantity, when compared to the near pond of syrup moving in small rippling waves below here, was beginning to have its magical effect on her.

Most of those bottles had been poured down her panties and shorts, so there was more than enough warm sploshing goodies floating down around there for now. She wanted to pay a little more attention to teasing her breasts and nipples.

Christina took her time letting the liquid slide out of the next couple of bottles and inside her bra. The fabric would bulge slightly and hold the fluid momentarily, but then begin seeping and slipping out again.

This focusing on her tits was having a marvelous effect on her pussy as well. Encased in several ounces of warm syrup, Christina knew she was emitting some of her own juices to join the mixture brewing down there. Between her vaginal excretions and her body heat trapped within her booty shorts, Christina snickered at the thought that she had discovered, quite by accident, another way to keep the chocolate nice and warm.

Meanwhile, Christina was having a heavenly good time feeling the warm syrup rolling over the nerve endings on her tits and especially on her nipples. She used the fingernails of left hand to draw teasing circles around her ever increasingly sensitive and swelling nipples.

Christina had read that there were women who could generate orgasms just from caressing their nipples. She had always dismissed them as urban legends, but for the first time she wasn’t so sure. Maybe she could bring herself to come with just the right amount of nipple play.

But what Christina was doing to herself at that moment wasn’t a truly scientifically precise method of testing out this urban legend, because it was not just her breasts that were under the magical influence of warm, thick substances constantly flowing over them. Her labia and ass cheeks were surrounded by a jiggling mass of chocolate syrup as well and that was having a very exciting effect on all thf nerve endings down there.

“Enough of this foolishness,” Christina thought to herself. “Time to get really dirty.” She grabbed one of the gallon pitchers, despite having only emptied about half of the thirty individual bottles.

The first pour from the pitcher HAD to be down the front of her panties and short.

“Ohhhh, shhhiiiiiiiit!” Christina screamed. Not from the overheated syrup burning her sensitive skin, but the effect the rushing river of warm syrup was having on overheating the inside of her pussy. Things were rapidly getting mighty intense down there.

And she instinctively knew that it would be a sin to linger any longer with the gradual teasing toward her next orgasm. Another nice pour from the pitcher down the shorts and panties filled that area up quite nicely, thank you.

The next pour from the pitcher had to be down her ass. And that nearly had the effect of Christina becoming instantly bottomless as the weight of the chocolate both previously poured over her cunt and now the added mass going down her ass, started threatening to drag her panties and shorts down. It took quite a bit of forceful tugging with her left hand to keep herself clothed while her right hand held the tipped and emptying pitcher.

Christina knew the time had come to become more at one with the near solid mass of chocolate moving in gentle waves immediately below her. Besides, her knees were already buckling from the sexual tension that was building up in her.

Without releasing the still half-full gallon pitcher, Christina sank her knees and the majority of her thighs into the pool of syrup.

Electrical shocks went completely up and down her body once again. The excitement of sinking deeper and deeper into the thick, disgusting filth was getting her oversexed brain and pussy working hard in conjunction once again.

She turned to look in the mirror and could not believe how childish her appearance had become. Only her neck and head were still free from being covered in several layers of the filthy fluid.

Christina opened up the front of her booty shorts and panties again and now really let herself have it. A full quart of syrup went rushing down over her pussy.

The time was getting close and Christina needed both hands free. The last quart was quickly poured down her bra. She immediately tossed the empty pitcher into one of the empty painter’s buckets. With her hands free to get involved in play again, Christina really chose to revert to the dirty little three year-old she felt like at this moment. Okay, a three year-old who could orgasm, but with the mind and emotional stability of a girl that age.

She jammed both arms down into the tub’s collection of fluid until both hands hit the floor. And fuck, did that work wonders on Christina’s perverted mind.

This was taking her back to her truly uninhibited college days when she was free each spring to wear her volleyball spandex short shorts and tiny sports bra, since she was much skinnier, flatter-chested, and in great physical shape back then, and repeatedly dive into the deep mud during the day-long yearly event of mud volleyball, which was accompanied by way too much beer and non-stop rock music blaring in the background. On many occasions when playing in the mud she’d stop herself from going completely under when diving for a ball by driving her arms down in front of her to break her fall, because submerging herself too often, especially when the ball really wasn’t that close to her, would look way too coincidental. This current submersion of her arms into the chocolate syrup felt awfully reminiscent of how that move felt in the mud all those years ago.

She pulled both arms out from the syrupy swamp in one fluid motion. Christina could not believe how great that felt and could not believe how much syrup stuck to her arms. She suddenly became even more childlike and started slapping at the top layer of syrup as she repeatedly drove her arms into the mess and back out again. She was a naughty three-year old allowing herself to get as dirty as she could.

This constant entering and exiting the pool of heavy liquid caused an increased rippling effect in the tub and Christina benefitted from this by allowing her ass and then her tits to dip down into the syrup.

Then she began scooping up as much of the black goo as she could and seductively rubbed her hands and arms up and down her body. The added benefit of watching in the mirror the effect this piling of layer after layer of the deep, dark chocolate over her body was having on her appearance, was making Christina feel increasingly horny.

Christina soon became ever so frenetic in her movements. She was like a wild dancer moving to a jungle beat. Christina was reaching down, again and again, into the heavy substance and bringing up as much syrup as she could to smear on herself.

She even started shampooing her hair with the thick sundae topping, which was one her most favorite things to do in any kind of sploshing session. Moreover, every article of clothing on her body knew no single position anymore. They all were moving up or down her body as Christina’s hands forcefully made out with herself. Another thing she so loved to do.

But now her hands began focusing much of their attention on her three most sensitive parts, her ass, her tits and her cunt. Christina knew that her next cum was rapidly approaching.

The unexpected sudden arrival of her first couple of orgasm earlier today had completely thrown Christina off whatever script she had written out in her mind for how his sploshing session would play out early on. So now she was just improvising as she went.

The trigger Christina needed to push her to her next orgasm seemed to come out of nowhere as her mind began channeling to one of the most exciting film portrayals of chocolate wamming ever. For some unknown reason her brain uploaded one of Christina’s favorite fantasies – that she was Ann Margaret in the movie, Tommy, one role she had always wanted to mimic.

That was the last thing Christina required to set herself off. Imagining portraying a scene she had masturbated to for several years had exactly that effect once again. She immediately knew that what was about to make this cum so intense was the fact she was no longer just thinking about the movie’s chocolate syrup scene while masturbating, but was actually playing in the chocolate herself while masturbating.

And there was just something about the way everything came together at once in her mind, or maybe it was the thought of reenacting one of her greatest masturbatory fantasies, that was making Christina’s approaching orgasm seem like it had the potential to be a really great one.

Christina squatted down into the chocolate pool, allowing her cunt and much of her ass to submerge. She slid her left hand under the hem of the shorts by her left leg and allowed that hand full access to her submerged cunt. At the same time, she moved her right hand along the hem by the rear of her right thigh and began poking around her asshole.

The idea of allowing herself to be so dirty that she would have intercourse with both her holes while completely submerged, while imagining she was being filmed doing this, first, for everyone in the film crew preserving her activity for a movie, but ultimately, for absolutely anyone to see, was the last push Christina dirty little mind needed.

She was frantically cramming fingers up both holes, and slamming her ass in and out of the warm fluid. The muscles in her body were tensing up like a coiled spring ready to be released.

Christina could tell this was going to be nothing like the first two orgasms earlier today. She was beginning to feel like a restrained volcano getting ready to explode. Her lava was being held in place and allowed to well and gather, awaiting the moment it could break through and flow out.

Enough of the pulling her ass in and out of the syrup. She drove her butt to the tub bottom as far as she could get her legs to slide apart. The wicked, naughty sensation of having her exposed cunt and asshole being simultaneously submerged while she was fucking them both finally crossed the line Christina need to cross into total degradation.

This orgasm was going to be a monstrous one, it kept building and building. Her upper half of her body was jerking back and forth and she hadn’t even reached her climax yet. Her horrible habit of speaking as if she had turret’s involuntarily overcame her once more.

“Oh fuh, oh muttherfuc, oh fuc, oh shi.” Christina had completely lost the capacity to finish any of her phrases. And each and every one was separated by a heaving gasp for air and a loud moan. “Oh fuc, mutther of go, shi, shi, shi, OH SHHHHIIIIIIIIIII!!!!”

For a handful of seconds, Christina’s body shot straight up as she stood on her knees. Her entire body was quivering with her coming explosion.

She could tell this was going to hit her hard. Very hard. As much as she wanted to keeping fucking her asshole, there was simply no way that she could manage her balance without risking possible injury. That meant she could use her freed-up left hand to place up against the wall to support her.

But this hand was completely saturated with slippery chocolate syrup and began to slide down the wall. This was delaying the completion of Christina’s explosion because she was now just a little distracted. There was only one thing left to do.

Christina quickly slid her legs out from under and allowed herself to back her way down into the tub. That was the magical maneuver she needed. Her body being encased in the extremely warm syrup, from head to toe, with only Christina’s face and upper quarter of her body out of the thick goo, sent her rappeling over the edge of her mounting cum.

Christina could no longer see herself in the mirror, her vision being blocked by the tub wall. But she knew her movements might have looked like a beached fish out of water, or like someone in a bathtub of water with a plugged in hair drier thrown in.

Somehow, she managed to find the ability to slide the finger of her left hand back up her anus. The inner walls of both crevices were clenching tightly around her fingers, as her body stiffened rigidly to attention once again.

Christina’s physical movements, then turned completely involuntary once again and became sharp, crisp moves. Her body kept doing partial stomach crunches due to the violence of the orgasm she was experiencing. She was now screaming at the top of her lungs, but with every snap of her head back into the syrup, her ears would go under, and her voice would sound only as an echo in a distant tunnel.

“Hooollleeee shiiiiiii. Ohhhhh shiiiiiiiiii. Fuuuuuuuckiiiiii muuuuuttthhheer.” And then the phrases became very short and very quick again with intervening gasps for air, “Oh shi, oh shi, oh shi.” And then one final, very long scream of “shiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.”

Christina’s body arched up out of the chocolate as the top of her head and the bottom of her feet planted themselves hard back and front walls of the tub. She held this position for a few seconds as her body stiffened, then she collapsed and slammed her back and ass down into the syrup again.

This pattern of violent movements, intervals of body rigidity, incomplete screamed phrases and deep intervening gasps went on for what it seemed like to Christina forever. She couldn’t stop cumming. It was one of those situations she faced when this excited that she could not tell if she was encountering a series of orgasms or just one, long, never-ending one.

And then, the final letter of Christina’s final attempt at screaming the word, “shit,” never reached audibility. Christina had suffered her last crescendoing orgasmic spasm. It would still take her at least a couple of minutes for the after-shocks to die down, but she was definitely on the down-slope side of her monstrous cum.

And those after-shocks were wonderful in their own right as Christina kept pumping her fingers inside her two holes. But part of the wind-down was a sense of exhaustion as well. Christina’s muscle were going slack from being tense for too, too long. She just couldn’t maintain that pace forever, certainly not after her long orgasm had finally peaked.

Then came the moment of total surrender. She surrendered to the pool of thick chocolate syrup. Her fingers slid out of their respective orifices, and she simply lay motionless in her liquid tomb as little waves of syrup washed over her in ever-slowing repetition.

And there was still about 11 gallons left to add to this mess.

[messyanthony]

not to sounds gross but... i immediately fucked my g/f after reading this. my god....

[sweetnpied]

not to sounds gross but... i immediately fucked my g/f after reading this. my god....

OMG, not sure if I should be pleased or worried for your g/f. Did you tell her why you were horny? I'm assuming you didn't force yourself on her, because then I REALLY would feel bad.

BTW, truth be told, I got so turned on finishing the story late yesterday, I stayed home from work today and spent the whole day wamming solo. It's almost 6 pm here in the northeast and I JUST got out of the bathtub and finished cleaning everything.

[messyanthony]

No for all she knows she just got some amazing sex. I cant tell her I read a WAM story and wanted to have sex. She'd be offended. I did not rape her or anything if that's what your thinking. Sorry. She was watching some TV and I began to play with her and eat her out and then we fucked. Your story just made me super horn-tarded. Some of the hottest WAM related stuff I have ever read. Trust me it has the same effect on every guy here. She just happened to be my only outlet. I recently told her about the WAM thing and my libido has been through the fuckin roof since we had our first messy sex with chocolate a few days back. Like we been having incredible regular sex like everyday since. She also doing a lot more naughty things that she'd never do before. Like shes not afraid to be women she wants to be in the bedroom anymore. I think she likes the fact that I shared that with her. But shes been to easy to get hot and bothered from that day on... and im only too happy to please her. Pun intended. I'm not a creep just at an awesome crossroad in my life right now.

[sweetnpied]

I'm always glad to hear when a splosher opens up to his/her partner and the partner joins in. Congrats. I've always felt open communication is important to any marriage. Can't have one partner dying to do something but afraid to talk about it. I've also always felt that when I'm able to enjoy wam sex even my regular sex is much more excited. I had another REALLY great solo session today, and hubby caught the benefit of it when he came home from work tonight!

[messyanthony]

That's how I view it.. she got the benefit of me reading this story.