by sweetnpied » 13 Apr 2010, 00:34
Part IV
For Christina, this had been a first-in-a-lifetime experience. Her last orgasm had caused her to expend a tremendous amount of energy. She felt spent, violated, used. In particular, the muscles in her arms, wrists, hands, cunt and anus all ached.
What to do next? On maybe the couple of dozen times in her life, or maybe the thirty times, or maybe the fifty times when she’d cum that hard during past wam sex sessions, that powerful an orgasm was probably always the final one in a given sploshing session.
But this time, the warmth of the heated chocolate sundae syrup was enveloping her, soothing her, nurturing her, slowly re-invigorated her. Christina permitted herself to luxuriate her senses, virtually entombed in the redeeming qualities of her ink-like surroundings. Allowing herself the intense pleasure of floating partly-suspended in the most aromatic, and yet most pungent of oceans.
More importantly, as she permitted herself to rest and regain her energy and strength, she could feel both a physical as well as mental urge to re-engage the tarry substance in even greater violations of her body.
Maybe it was just Christina’s twisted imagination providing all of the sensations, but she could swear she was starting to feel the twitching of some curious little muscles in her anal and vaginal regions. She was positive they were clenching and releasing, responding to idea that their total submersion in the healing qualities of the organic chocolate was restoring their ability to participate in Christina’s most vile sexually exploitive masochistic games far quicker than her body had ever recovered in the past from such an explosive and draining an orgasm as the one Christina had just enjoyed. To take Christina to sexual places completely unknown to her.
Christina’s mind convinced itself that one and only one reason could explain her unusually rapid recovery from so deep, so fulfilling an orgasm. For why else had she thought so excitedly throughout last night about how to set up today’s wam sex session, why else had she worked so tirelessly for nearly four hours this morning in preparation, why else had she gotten the quantity of syrup currently in the tub, why else had she driven herself so mad with lust by filling the tub deeper and deeper while using her body as the conduit to accomplish this? All this had been done in the pursuit of one goal, and only one goal. A goal which Christina had yet to reach today.
Why? Because that final goal would also be another first-in-a-lifetime experience. Once again, Christina faced a decision that had to be made based on one significant factor. Since she had come this fucking close to what she desperately wanted to try, it would be almost criminal to abandon that goal now that she was so close, a goal that would require to repeat everything she had just accomplished over the last 16 hours, and even more, to reach this stage again.
But now, a competing and unexpected desire was interfering with her reaching her ultimate goal. Soaking in the syrup was just too fucking enjoyable right now to move. Christina’s dirty blond hair that, when dry, already extended slightly below her shoulders, was now richly saturated and arrow straight. When lifted out of the morass, it nearly reached mid-back.
But Christina wasn’t exactly rushing to emerge from the sludge. And even though her thigh-high stockings and one-size too small sports bra, skimpy bikini panties and booty shorts were still stretched fairly tightly against her body, they too, were so saturated with chocolate syrup that Christina sensed a little separation between her clothing and her body where a thin layer of syrup had entered and remained.
And the syrup was so rich and clinging, it was as if every nerve ending it touched was vibrating with excitement. Christina slowly began lifting her arms out from under, and each was thickly coated. Again, this wasn’t the watery Hershey’s syrup that one mixes with milk. This was the almost glue-like Smucker’s heavy topping one pours on top of ice cream. Even her fingers seemed as if they were covered in thick, black mittens, at least until some of the outer layers of chocolate slowly dripped off her fingers and returned to the pool in the tub or slid backwards down her extended arms.
Only the small mask of Christina’s face had not yet been touched by the viscous substance floating in the tub. She intentionally kept it that way. She was saving that for another first-in-a-lifetime experience.
And it was these very thoughts entering Christina’s brain of how close she was to finally, and for the first time in her life, exhilarating in the wickedly sensuous pleasures of full submersion in something other than mud, that was helping to quickly re-charge her batteries. But there was still a little time left for some teasing foreplay before filling the bathtub with the remaining eleven gallons of syrup.
Christina immersed her arms back into her little pond of goo and allowed them to get completely coated again. Then she used her arms to slowly rub them over her chest, her torso, her crotch, the tops of her legs, shampooing her hair, all while she still lying face-up and almost completely submerged under the syrup already in the tub.
Christina was arousing herself once again, in a manner somewhat reminiscent of her earlier fantasizing about Ann Margaret’s wam scene in Tommy, as Christina’s arms and hands scooped waves of syrup onto her body. And this re-awakening of her lustful intentions to soon do this with an even greater quantity than the mere than 20 gallons already in the tub re-opened her adrenal glands which began, one more time, to flood her blood stream with adrenaline.
She was finally ready, emotionally, mentally, sexually, enthusiastically. Now if she could only extricate her body from the tar pit of heavy syrup. Not as easy a task as Christina might have initially thought.
For she had been soaking in it for so long by now that there was simply too much syrup on her body, too much syrup saturating her hair and clothes, and so insanely too much syrup in the tub, that it was too slippery for Christina to simply get up by performing a simple stomach crunch and sitting up. Instead, she had to turn over onto her stomach and execute a push up to get herself back on her knees and then stand.
And this brought another exquisite sensation. Not a totally unexpected, first-time-in-a-lifer kind of sensation, because Christina had played in about this much syrup in her last major sploshing session over four years ago, but a sensation in which the memory of it from the last time was no longer fresh in Christina’s brain. Lying one her stomach in this much sundae syrup was as titillating breathtaking and erotic as lying on her back. Maybe even more so.
Instantly, the inside of her bra was flooded with syrup once her cleavage dipped below the surface line. “Oh my,” voiced Christina in as seductively a whispered tone as if she had Joe there with her and she was playing all heavy-breathing sexy vamp games with him. It really did feel that fucking fantastic.
Plus her arms went completely under once again, but now were unobstructed by the sides of her body. Her hands and arms had the pool of chocolate all to themselves, entirely up to the shoulders. And the nerve endings throughout her arms and hands were screaming shouts of joy in Christina’s brain.
Even her hair hanging in front of her face provided a sexually stimulating sight. It hung straight down in front of her, but since it was so heavy, if she kept her chin tucked almost all the way to her chest, her hair would act like a beautiful waterfall cascading just outside a cave, with Christina’s face being inside the cave. Or one could imagine it was as if it were raining syrup in front of her face. Just as long as she didn’t pull her head back far enough to have her hair fall flat against her face she could keep her face clean. Still, Christina wanted to push her hair back from her face for when it came time for her to stand up.
But then another dirty little idea entered her naughty brain, and she began wiggling her tits back and forth under the syrup so that more of it would move in and out of her bra. And that simply felt so fucking hot. The still very warm thick chocolate kept sliding sideways and up and down over her hanging tits and nipples.
“Shit,” Christina thought to herself. “I’m not even going to make it to my first full submersion before I dunk my face down in the 20 gallons that are already in the tub and cum again, because I’m getting too fucking turned on right now.”
And it was so true. Because Christina could also sense the waves of chocolate sliding over her ass and the back of her thigh-highs as well, and all this was having a wonderously warming effect inside her cunt. A warming effect that had absolutely nothing to do with the current temperature of the syrup.
“Oh, what the fuck,” Christina said aloud. “You can always put the rest of the syrup in and dunk yourself again later after this orgasm is over.” Although, silently she questioned whether this next perverted little exercise in total humiliation would last only one cum.
“I guess we just have to fucking find out for ourselves, don’t we?” Christina announced even louder than her last remark. And as soon as the word, “we,” left Christina’s mouth, she emphatically drove the last part of her body untouched by sundae syrup as deeply as she could into the tub.
Christina immediately desired a flair for the dramatic. Especially since she had intentionally left her mouth wide open, forcing several ounces of the sundae syrup to assault all of her taste buds all at once. So she began moving her submerged head left and right, up and down, feeling the under-chocolate waves sliding all over her face.
In Christina’s perverted little wam world nothing compared to the electrifying sensation of another thrilling facial submersion. There was, however, one first-in-a-lifetime aspect to this experience. The last time she did this over four years ago, the syrup had not been heated. And, oh my fucking god, what a shitload of a difference did that make.
Christina decided she simply did not want to take her face out. As much as she knew she eventually had to, right now Christina desperately wished she could grow gills and swim submerged forever. It just felt that fucking unbelievable.
Her hair was floating adrift in every imaginable direction. There was a very definite sensation of buoyancy in the way the syrup was so dense, she was unable to touch the bottom of the tub with her nose without a considerable effort of pushing her head downward. “I wonder what this will be like once I’m able to completely submerge myself?” she thought.
Finally, she simply had to breathe. Waiting until the last possible moment, Christina’s head bolted upright out from under the chocolate ocean. She was breathing heavily as she gasped for air, which created exactly the effect she desired.
Her bosom lifted and sank with every breath, causing the heavy syrup beneath her to continue to invade and escape the interior of her bra. The dense syrup was slowly released by Christina out of her mouth, causing a wonderful dripping sensation over her chin.
The sound of her mother yelling at her as a child, “Don’t spill your food,” for some random reason hit the memory section of her brain and made Christina laugh which allowed much of the chocolate trapped in her mouth to leave. This again generated a fantastic feeling of naughtiness as most of the bottom of her face was now dripping heavily in chocolate.
She again pushed her dripping hair back off her face, but now allowed some of the syrup trapped in her hand and coating her arm to release more layers of chocolate over her face. And all the while, more thick layers of the goo continued sliding down from her hair and scalp and were deliciously overrunning her facial features. Christina got to add all those sensations to all the previous ones, the submerged tits, torso, pubic region, ass and legs, that still were present along with the face dunking.
And you know what? When enough of the syrup slides off your hair and face, what do you do? Silly rabbit! Just dunk your face again! Which Christina did over and over and over.
Damn, she wish she had Joe in here with her right now to be forcing her face down in the pool of chocolate below her. But Christina could imagine he was doing it to her.
She felt almost mystically caressed by the warm thick liquid. Pulling her down, pulling her in. Invading the inside of her naughty pussy.
And now her right hand started working its magic inside her shorts and panties and her left hand over her tits and inside her bra. And when she needed to alter the sensation, she rolled onto her back and allowed the swamp-like substance surrounding her to consume her.
Fortunately, she had enough prior experience in this syrup to know she needed to keep her head up long enough to let the chocolate slide out of her nostrils and go in the other direction and up her nasal passage. But once the dripping layers of chocolate fell off her face, she could now lay back, slide her eyes backwards under the chocolate, keeping only her nose, mouth and chin exposed over the syrup to allow for breathing.
And the advantage for lying on her back was the freedom it provided her hands. “Enough of the booty shorts,” thought Christina. And she quickly slid them off, something easy to do because of their submerged and saturated condition.
She started tugging hard on her panties, stretching the cloth up her pussy and ass cracks. And rubbing, rubbing, rubbing her pussy and ass holes with her hands.
A huge smile appeared on Christina’s face as she progressed on to her next cum. Christina thought this must be some sight to see, a nearly disembodied nose and mouth skimming just inches above the surface of a black pool of sludge. And opening her mouth to smile permitted some of the chocolate syrup to slide back in. As best she could, Christina tried pushing it out of her with her tongue and mouth, almost spitting it out.
Christina was allowing the viscous substance to completely consume her, to take her down with it. The chocolate soaked all around the individual strands of hair as a result of her earlier shampooing.
Her body was becoming covered, was becoming one constant source of electrical current running throughout her body. Every single nerve ending was being drenched simultaneously in the heavy syrup. It was an unending flow of sensuous coverage and releasing of the chocolate on her body.
Christina needed to penetrate her open holes with her fingers. One finger started slamming into her cunt and one up her anus. That took the charge of voltage coursing through her body up a level.
A few seconds of that, and Christina inserted a second finger in her cunt. Her dirty cunt. Her filthy cunt. Her violated cunt. “Oh shit,” Christina thought, “the next one is not much further away.”
Her eyes and ears had been completely submerged now for several minutes. It was if she were in another dimension, another time zone. Not an out-of-body experience, but an out-of-world experience. She was on this strange planet that cocooned its victims in this almost solid substance during sex. No sight, no sound, just electricity flowing all over and through her body.
And time to increase the voltage one more level. Make that three fingers ramming her cunt, and a second finger much more slowly assisting the first in going someplace so totally wrong as an asshole.
Christina began rapidly picking up the pace with her right hand. And all the while she was driving three fingers home, Christina was also massaging her clit with her right thumb. The tiny piece of knicker fabric that had earlier covered her bush had been shoved aside for better access to her cunt.
The fingers in her anus were going at a more deliberate pace. Massaging, entering, occasionally simultaneously joining the fray with the fingers entering her cunt.
This was almost as dirty as one woman could get. Only to be exceeded a little later that afternoon when full submersion is underway. But this was plenty exciting enough right now.
As Christina began instinctively arching her back and lifting the upper part of her torso out of the sludge as she was approaching her orgasm, she could feel the fingers fucking her cunt breaking the surface of her little pond. This created the delightful idea in her head that every time she attempted to escape the clutches of the sludge monster, it would grab her and pull her back in. As she slammed her ass and back down into the tub, a heavy wave of syrup would fold back over her and shimmer back and forth for several seconds. A truly delightful feeling.
Christina’s brain was conceding its surrender to the sludge monster. She was going to have to let it win. After all, it’s slimy hands were guiding Christina’s own fingers into her cunt and ass. The monster was making Christina fuck herself, all the while assaulting her body with his own obscene sliminess.
Christina could feel her nice, hard cum mounting. Not the emotional ones she went through some thirty minutes or so ago. (Although Christina was never capable of judging time during her wam sex.)
The monster was winning. Taking her down. Abusing her. Making Christina abuse herself. Allowing little parts of the monster to so wrongly enter into her private cavities.
It was that last thought that sent Christina into orgasmic overload. She had found the trigger. The chocolate syrup was some other worldly monster that was having its way with her. Raping her and making her rape herself.
Christina’s breathing grew much faster again. Her agitated body movements were making the syrup roll constantly back and forth across the front of her body. In fact, her entire body could feel the movement of the chocolate all around her.
The monster was submerging her, taking Christina under for its filthy pleasure. And she would let him. She was ready to surrender completely.
Christina turned her head to the left, and let her nose, eyes, mouth, chin, all get submerged together. It was at that moment that Christina lost complete control. Her body and the sludge monster just took over.
Her words were all mumbled, all muffled by having her mouth about 95% under the chocolate. She could feel her body getting smaller, smaller, smaller as her muscles contracted as they prepared for her explosion.
And then it hit Christina. Like a ton of fucking bricks. Her body arched and her trunk lifted as high as it could out of the tub. This had the spectacular effect of driving her head backwards under the syrup. Christina could manage keeping the syrup out of her nose by blowing air outward, but that could only continue for so long.
But that no longer matter. Even if the syrup drifted all the way up her nasal passage, Christina was in the throws of the approach of one of the most powerful cums she would ever experience.
All she could do was vocalize a series of lengthy, loud and never-ending, “Oh, shit”s and “Oh, fuck”s. And there was a ton of them because this was one amazingly long and fulfilling cum. A single cum, but one of the best of her life.
Her body kept contracting and expanding, convulsing to the throws of the next intense sensation of pleasure as the waves of this orgasm kept overtaking her body. Each time she slammed her back and ass down to the tub floor, a feeling of a tsunami’s worth of warm fluid flowed over her.
At the highest peak of this cum, Christiana pushed herself down, as far down as she could into the syrup. Her fingers in her cunt and ass were all working hard and together. The monster was going to kill her with this orgasm. It was impossible to hold onto this much intensity for this long.
Finally, Christina peeked her cum. It simply shot out of her as if a life force was exiting her body. It was too intense, too intense. It was lasting too long. She was convulsing without an end in sight. Fingers rapidly jamming into both orifices. Screaming obscenities at the top of her lungs.
And then, sheer exhaustion won out and her body collapsed and sank deeply back into the slime. Christina gradually slowed down the rhythm of her finger movements. But that, by no means, meant her cum was completely over.
Like after-shocks following an earthquakes, little jolts of electricity would snap Christina’s body to attention, and then release her from its hold a few moments later.
This down-scaling the force of her orgasm lasted a good couple of minutes, as at least ten or twelve of these post-orgasmic convulsions hit. Until, finally, the sludge monster held her under its grasp so tightly, and Christina’s resolve had been so spent, that she simply gave up all resistence and succumbed to the monster’s strength and power.
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sweetnpied on 26 Apr 2010, 12:02, edited 1 time in total.
I LOVE HAYLEY'S!!!! The one where she's in the pig slop is simply amazing!
