Christina Takes a VERY Dirty Bath

[dalious]

I'm sorry for your loss *hugs* take the time you need for your self.
-Shayna

[sweetnpied]

Shayna
Thanks so much. You're such a sweetie! Actually, I was thinking it might be therapeutic to write something if possible. Put my mind on something else. In fact, I took today off from work. Just wasn't ready to go back. And had some work I could do at home anyway, which I just finished. Thought I'd visit here to catch up on what I've missed the last several days and see if I could get in the mood to write.
Christina

[dalious]

I hope you do get in the mood to write, you have a gift for it.
-Shayna

[sweetnpied]

OMG!!! I never made the connection to your alter ego's identity until you changed your photo here! LOL! Well, at least I befriended you on the other site! Show's my good taste is consistent from one site to the next!

I've already started writing Part V. And I'm pretty sure it will end with Part VI.

Thanks for all your support, sweetie (KK! Tee-hee).

[sweetnpied]

I've already started writing Part V. And I'm pretty sure it will end with Part VI.

This is REALLY sick when you start quoting yourself. Well, the first draft of Part V is done. But as usual with my first drafts, it's all about what I did and what I did next and next and next. Very little about how I felt about it. So it's still going to be a little while in getting there, I'm afraid.

[sweetnpied]

Part V
([Toot-toot-a-tooooooot!] Okay, a VERY weak attempt at a trumpet fanfare, but my long promised Part V has finally been written. I know it's been some time a-cumming, but I've gone through a bit of a tough time lately, both personally with the death of a very close relative on my hubby's side and a ton of shit happening where I work. So I just fucking took the day off today and decided I was going to finish the next chapter of this story. It's been written for some time, but as those of you follow my writings have learned, I'm rarely satisfied with my first attempt at telling my story. It's always too much... Christina did this, and then she did this, and then she did that. I prefer adding my emotions to the story and those are not always the easiest to put into words.
So... there's just one more part of this story to tell, and I want to try to get to that part soon. Partly because I have been playing around with this next story in my head for over 15 years now, and I'm dying to tell it. And I should be able to tell that story pretty quickly because it has been one of the fantasies I play in my head when I have trouble cumming... I only have trouble doing that when I'm not wamming, which is why I'm so happy that I've returned to a wamming life recently... and this fantasy I'm dying to tell has been just about fully formed and fully embellished in my brain for about the last 6 or 7 years of those years. Although there's always a little bit something I seem to be able to find to add to it once every so often, like the latest addition I just came up with a couple of days ago which makes me even more desirous to tell it because it is a totally wicked, wicked twist to my deepest fantasy ever. There are things in this fantasy that I would NEVER EVER do in real life.. which is why it's a fantasy, of course.
But enough teasing about THAT next story. I need to finish this one first. And now, for part five of this six-part story. Again, THIS story is NOT fantasy. This really happened to me about 3 months ago now.)

How many minutes had passed since her last orgasm? Quite a few she thought. But did it matter? For Christina was in a self-induced catatonic state, half-floating in the thick sundae syrup that surrounded her. She had simply lain there, it seems, forever.

Christina had allowed the sludge monster to consume her whole. Allowed him first to enter her inner-most orifices and then she surrendered to him following her last orgasm. But now it was time to replenish him as he had replenished her prior to her last orgasm. After all, there was still
somewhere in the vicinity of eleven more gallons of syrup to feed to the monster.

Slowly, very slowly, Christina turned over onto her stomach. As she completed the turn, however, she simply couldn’t resist the temptation to give in to another full-face submersion.

This would be a unique submersion in comparison to the day’s earlier events in the syrup because Christina had yet to check herself out in mirror following a full submersion. With much anticipation and with a little assistance from the sides of the tub, Christina was able to stand on her knees and turn toward the mirror.

And what she saw, as soon as she cleared her eyes, gave her good reason to cry out, “I’ve just become bride of the sludge monster!” Christina laughingly shouted in celebration to no in particular, other than to herself in the mirror perhaps.

For she was virtually unrecognizable. At least an inch-thick layer of heavy, black syrup slowly slid down her face. Her hair, completely saturated in chocolate, reminded her of a viciously teased 1980s hairdo, the ferocity coming from how hard a female had to brush her hair contrary to the way it grew in order to puff her hair out to the fullest. It seemed to Christina, however, that her hair was fuller beyond full. Probably the result of every strand of hair being individually heavily coated in syrup.

But what Christina saw also gave her a reason to be intrigued. Her formerly pink bra was now fully absorbed in the dark fudge-colored slime. And her tiny panties, all scrunched up and wedged up her butt and crotch, still maintained its shiny sheen through the thick syrup.

While stripping down to her panties worked wonders toward reaching her latest orgasm, Christina knew she needed her booty shorts for the next phase of her enjoyment.

She put her arms back down into the sea of goo and immediately began feeling sensations stirring in her crotch. “Does this self-induced pleasure ever stop?” Christina wondered to herself.

She allowed herself to go fishing for her booty shorts probably a bit more prolonged a time than necessary. Even after finding them, she allowed her arms to stir up the chocolate all around her.

“Oh, fuck it,” Christina said aloud, and dove, face first, once again into the morass. “I wonder how fuckin’ great this is going to feel when I can go completely under,” she thought as she spent every second her breath allowed her to remain about three-quarters submerged. Her little dive had caused a significant rippling effect, permitting the chocolate to slide over the back of her body several times before coming to a rest.

Christina completed a 180 degree turnover by just sliding onto her back while submerged. This caused a bit of a nasty sensation she always dreaded. A sizeable amount of syrup went right up her nasal passage. She felt as if it were draining backwards into her throat.

Christina immediately shot her head upright and tried clearing her nasal cavity. She knew that a lot of mucus was mixed in with the chocolate being expelled from her nose, but decided, under conditions like this, did a little bit of snot really matter that much any more? What the fuck?

Once the awful feeling of half-drowning in chocolate was finished, and the buzzing in her skull subsided, Christina position the shorts over her stockinged feet and moved them up to mid thigh. Then she carefully slid her body back under, maintaining her nose just above the surface, but allowing her ears, eyes and hair to sink below. Pushing off simultaneously on her feet at the tub’s front end and the top of her head at the other, she lifted her ass up off the tub floor and returned the shorts to their former place.

This little maneuver generated a marvelous little result, one that was very intentional on the part of Christina. When pulling on her shorts, she had skillfully trapped an absolute shitload of chocolate inside, and was dying to get up on her knees to see what it felt like once removed from literally swimming in a pool of the liquid.

Just one more 180 turn onto her stomach, one more wickedly sinful head dunking with a nice collection of syrup heading down her cleavage and into her bra, and a push up out of the depths of the chocolate. A quick clearing of the eyes with the fingers, and suddenly Christina thought she was in front of one of those funny mirrors typically found at an old-time arcade.

“Oh my god, where’d I get those boobs and hips from?” Her clothing was bulging from all the trapped chocolate waiting its turn to ooze its way out. “And it also seems like I’m melting,” she giggled as she watched thick layers of syrup sliding down her body. Caressing each curve of her tits, hips, thighs.

The sensation was warm and titillating. Once most of the syrup slid down her body, Christina knew it was time to move on to the next stage of what was turning into one of the greatest wam sex experiences of her life.

Christina surveyed the top of the shower door casing and the inside door towel rack and the top rim of the bathtub. Her quick estimate was there were still about 15 of the 20 ounce bottles of Smucker’s sundae syrup left to be poured.

This had become a bit old hat to Christina by now. It would be delightfully enjoyable, but would probably not produce too many more sparks. And it turned out exactly as predicted. She allowed the bottles to be emptied into her panties/booty shorts area and inside her bra. Enjoyable, definitely. But she needed to move on to more depraved levels of pleasure.

There were 9 gallon pitchers of chocolate begging Christina to be dumped on her. At least in her mind she felt the urging. The pouring of the first of the 10 pitchers produced a truly heightened sexual response in her. It was time to insure that the last 9 pitchers would further increase her level of stimulation.

Christina sank to her knees, which caused the syrup already collected inside the tub to travel more than half-way up her thighs, nearly encasing her entire stockings in the swirling goo. That feeling alone was beginning to open up the waterworks stirring in Christina’s pussy.

She hunted around the outside of the tub with her right hand for her friend. It took a few moments to track him down because the tossing of the emptied syrup bottles in the large green trash bag had jostled things around a bit outside the tub. But soon Christina had located the tupperware coffin she had prepared earlier for Big Ben.

Her favorite dildo had been soaking all along in its tupperware container filled with warmed chocolate syrup. It was time to extract him from his little encasement and invite him to play in the larger pool of syrup with Christina.

Christina giggled childishly as she watched Big Ben float around in the vast collection of syrup below her. Like a little, well not that little, boat looking for its familiar harbor to dock. “Mmmm,” Christina thought to herself, “there still a lot of fun to be had this afternoon.”

She poured the remaining contents of the tupperware container down her shorts and panties, which was the final step before the massive amounts she was going to rapidly add to the tub. Christina liked to fantasize herself as one of her wamming idols whenever appropriate. And now her mind turned toward Lexi of Messygirls, the most exotic and erotic model for accepting over-the-head gunging Christina had yet to find on the web.

Like Christina, Lexi also enjoyed filling her panties, but primarily she accepted full head coverage which was also a great love of Christina’s. Christina reached out of the tub for the first of the remaining 9 gallons of heated chocolate and removed the lid. She took a deep breath and audibly said to herself, “It’s time, you filthy little cunt. Get to it, you bitch.”

Slowly and steadily, she allowed the tiny stream of heated syrup to penetrate the top of her scalp. Christina felt the thick, slimy goo slide randomly down her head. One tiny rivulet of syrup found her cleavage and entered her bra. And with that sensation, Christina decided, “Time for a little change of pace.”

So came the ecstacy of bra filling. Christina cleared the chocolate out of her eyes so she could watch as her bra quickly stretched out as it accepted and briefly held the quart or so of the rich, tarry substance. Her entire breasts and a small portion of her sides and back were soon swimming in the warmed syrup. Not only were the nerve endings on her tits and hard nipples being pleasured, but there was some serious excitement building within her cunt as well.

“Can’t leave the best part of me so lonely for the chocolate can I?” Christina spoke, looking down at her drenched booty shorts. She remembered the sensation she felt shortly before her last orgasm when she drenched herself with a good quart’s worth of the syrup. It was time for another good panty and shorts filling.

“Oh fuck, my cunt’s on fire!” she screamed aloud as the near scalding sundae syrup ran over her pussy lips. Christina knew she could withhold the onrush of another orgasm or perhaps even orgasms for only so long at this rate.

So Christina continued her best interpretation of Lexi that she could manage. One of Lexi’s greatest charms to Christina was how long she would allow herself to be gunged over her head at any one sitting. It seemed as though you could cover her head and face continuously for hours and she would never scream, “Stop! Enough already.”

Christina was not quite as disciplined. She tried as best she could to take the remaining 8 gallon pitchers over her head, and occasionally down her clothing, as slowly as possible, but her mounting desire to what certainly appeared to be headed toward another series of multiple orgasms was seriously interfering with that plan.

Christina’s mouth kept opening with involuntarily loud groans caused by the dirtiest of sensations escalating all around her body. That meant that every so often her mouth would fill with the lava of chocolate flowing either directly from the pitcher or from sliding down her head whenever she adequately tipped her head back from the wicked sensations she was experiencing.

And even that caused her pussy to pulse even harder, to flood her panties and booty shorts with some warm liquids of her own doing. Christina had never perceived herself before to be a female ejaculator, but she was wondering now if this experience was opening up some new abilities in her.

It also dawned on Christina that she had been in the tub for so long by now that she couldn’t dismiss the possibility that the new warmth she was feeling in her crotch might just be urine, but at this point she simply didn’t give a fuck. After all, every orifice of her body has already been desecrated with the vile fluids from the gunge monster. It was only fitting that she desecrated him now with her urine if that were the case.

Christina was down to the last 2 gallon jugs and she was reaching the outer edges of her next wave of orgasms. Blinking her eyes desperately to clear her eyeballs of syrup, she hunted her surroundings for Big Ben. How appropriate that she found him floating directly between her legs. Either he instinctively knew it was time or her pussy had become a magnet to her favorite dildo.

Pulling her panties and shorts to one side, there was no time for easing him into her. She rammed her cunt with the gigantic rubberized cock. Thank god she was kneeling at the half of the tub where the glass shower door had been pulled aside so she could watch herself in the mirror, because Christina’s head immediately doubled over so quickly and severely that she nearly hit the outer edge of the tub. She would have slammed right into the glass shower door if it had still been there.

“Motherfucking, shit, cocksucking bitch!” she screamed. Christina immediately began calling herself every derogatory description imaginable. She was close to cumming but wanted to hold onto the fullest enjoyment of the intensity of the moment for as long as possible.

With every ounce of resolve in her body, Christina knelt to attention so she could watch what was happening to her in the mirror. The sight of her body drenched in the dripping thick dark chocolate while her pussy was being repeatedly violated with a huge cock was rapidly bringing her to the next series of orgasms. It was time to bring on the 9th of the 10 pitchers.

She had skillfully balanced the last two pitchers on the bottom rung of the metal track which held the glass shower doors in place, just for this scenario to keep them in easy reach. Christina took a deep, deep breath because she wanted to allow the entire gallon of syrup to assault her in one even flow.

She leaned slightly backwards against the far side wall of the shower because she knew her balance would be in jeopardy once the thunderous orgasms began. It also meant that she could take in a full mouthful off the slime as it cascaded down her face.

And then the next round of violation began. A small trickle at first, the tease of the anticipation of what was to soon happen caused her first climax in this round to build closer and closer to fruition. Down her eyes, nose and entering her mouth, Christina allowed the volume to increase ounce by ounce.

She could no longer watch in the mirror, but Christina had more than enough of a visual image from just a few moments ago of how the 10 plus inches of imaginary cock was ravaging her pussy. The stream of chocolate over her face was expanding as Christina tipped the angle of the pitcher more and more.

Her mouth was completely full of chocolate, so much so that it was now spilling out and dripping over her chin and down her bra due to how far back she was leaning. She could feel the right outer edge of her panties being crammed up her cunt along with Big Ben as she savagely rammed herself. And the thick right outer hem of the booty shorts was being slid ever so tantalizing up into the left crevice between her cunt and upper thigh.

Christina’s orgasm was approaching. She was spitting the chocolate out of her mouth because she desperately needed oxygen due to all her heavy panting.

She grabbed for the last pitcher blindly, nearly knocking it off the shower stall’s track. “What a disaster THAT would have been,” Christina ironically thought to herself, momentarily distracting her from her journey into sexual bliss.

But the last pitcher of the filthy sludge quickly brought her back into the mood. Christina knew she was only moments away and let this pitcher go over her head quickly. She let the emptied pitcher fall into the extremely deep pool below her and now moved her free hand onto her clit.

“Wait,” Christina thought to herself. “Just a moment, I need to watch.” And she removed her hand from her little button to quickly clear her eyes. And the sight she beheld of the slut obliterated by the darkest thickest syrup imaginable was the last vision she recalled probably for the next half an hour.

Christina barely had enough time to return her hand to the little man in the boat when her first orgasm struck. And it struck her like a freight train.

Her body had no idea what to do because she possessed absolutely no muscle memory for an orgasm this intense. Christina stiffened completely upright on her knees as if she was waiting in exhilarating anticipation for the arrival of some long lost friend. This was a friend, however, that Christina had never met before.

She kept standing taller, taller, taller on her knees. The crest of the wave in her cunt was growing higher, and higher, and higher. It was as if Christina was climbing completely out of her skin. Her mouth kept growing wider and wider. Her breath was coming out in shorter and shorter bursts. She was virtually shouting and whispering at once, “Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh,” as her chest was heaving in conjunction with her sounds.

And then the first wave was crossed. The severity of this orgasm was indescribable. Christina’s body snapped to complete attention and bent rapidly into a 45 degree angle, becoming completely rigid. Christina’s cunt muscles clasped onto Big Ben tightly so as to enjoy every thrust to its fullest.

This had to be the hardest cum in her life. And it simply wouldn’t stop. Christina didn’t know what to do with herself. Every nerve ending in her body was screaming at once.

Her ass and pussy briefly submerged into the chocolate which only sent her into the an even higher and more sublime level of intense pleasure. Christina really had no idea what to do next.

Her legs became very weak and wobbly as her cumming simply would not stop. Christina could no longer support her weight without making her orgasm conclude, which was the last thing she wanted to do at that moment.

So Christina did the next best thing. She allowed herself to slide backwards into the ocean of syrup.

And that certainly did nothing to reduce the exploding fever in her cunt. The only comparison she could think of was an erupting volcano, for she had waited for this moment for decades. Her first time since college that she was completely submerged in anything and the first time ever submerged in something as warm and slimy as this chocolate sundae syrup bath.

Christina simply went out of her mind. She was entombed in the most heavenly experience of her life and was determined to enjoy every moment of it.

The orgasms simply would not stop cumming, one on top of the other. She was completely buried from head to toe. The sludge monster had won, and dragged her down into his world with him. Christina was going to allow him every liberty with her body.

There were some practical issues that interfered, however. Like breathing. Christina forced her mouth to momentarily crack the surface and gather some oxygen. Then she jammed her head backwards into total submersion.

Her hands were all over her cunt, her left jamming Big Ben as far as Christina could accept the monstrous prick, and her right hand frigging her clit.

There was no way Christina could count her orgasms. Seven, eight in a row? How the fuck could she know? She was determined to let it happen for as long as she could.

Christina no longer had to worry about breathing. She was writhing so violently in the sea of goo that her mouth involuntarily cracked the surface every few seconds, more than enough time to gather a mouthful of oxygen.

This allowed her to open her mouth whenever she slipped under to gather some of the syrup in her mouth, which only intensified her feeling of filth and degradation thereby intensifying her orgasms.

Her spasming gyrations also created another wonderful sensation. As the waves of her orgasm kept pounding on her insides, one after another, the violence of her motions caused the sea of syrup all around her to crash against her outsides in one wave after another, the inner waves complimenting the outer.

Christina felt as if her body was one entire electrified unit. It was as if she were in a body of water and somebody had thrown in a plugged in hair dryer.

Her dramatic movements also aided in her ability to completely submerge under the surface because the pool of syrup was so dense, Christina’s body would merely float above the surface if she wasn’t forcibly sending herself underneath.

She had to be somewhere in the tens or teens of consecutive cummings by now and exhaustion was beginning to overtake Christina. She did her best to hang in there as long as possible because this was the greatest experience of her life, but her endurance was fading.

Very gradually, her pace started to slow. “Shit, I’m not going to let it end like this. Keep going, you filthy whore!” Christina began screaming the dirtiest of obscenities at herself which renewed her inner resolve. And the next string of several intense cummings ensued.

She pressed her feet against the front edge of the tub again and her head against the back and repeated one of the actions from her last round of orgasms, lifting her trunk and crotch up out of the chocolate like a bow of a bow and arrow, driving her head even deeper into the syrup, and then crashing her body back under. Christina did this seven or eight times in a row which added another five or six more orgasms to her repertoire.

Then as the orgasms kept cumming, their intensity began to diminish. It was if Christina’s own body was telling her, “Enough already. You’ve taken yourself past even your dirtiest limits.”

Besides, other sensations, some not so pleasant were starting to assault her brain. It was as if all of the negative feelings had been momentarily blocked out, well, not so momentarily, considering how long she had been repeatedly cumming.

The worst was the large quantity of syrup that had gone up her nasal cavity. She had sensed the problem several orgasms ago, but had simply put it out of her mind. The severity of her body spasms aided greatly in that task.

But now Christina simply had to get her head above surface and blow out her nose. Oddly enough, that did nothing to completely end the scaled-down orgasms Christina continued to experience. For she had learned from her recent wamming experiences that when she set herself off this crazily into her multi-orgasmic state, Christina never simply abruptly stopped cumming. Her cunt muscles would continue to spasm long after the heaviest cums hit, leading to milder, but still wonderfully delightful little cums.

And the forced sneezing of chocolate syrup out of her nasal cavity only caused Christina to tighten her abdominal and vaginal muscles, creating joyous little after-explosive cum orgasms as her vaginal walls continued to tighten and relax around Big Ben with each forceful clearing of syrup out of her nose.

And as she had pushed her head and upper body up out of the pool of syrup, Christina quickly cleared her eyes with her hand that had been playing with her clit in order to get a look at herself in the mirror, which furthered her enjoyment of her little predicament. Her after-monstrous cum cums were running longer than virtually all of her “normal” non-wam orgasms.

As the final of her mini-orgasms were winding down, Christina turned to face the mirror once again, smiled to the chocolate-covered bitch facing her and said, “Girlfriend, I hope you remember that experience for a long time. Because if I know you, we ain’t seen nothing yet, you fucking dirtiest little slut! You and I still have one little trick, well.. not up our sleeve, perhaps, but soon to be up one or more other parts of YOU!” And with that admonishment, Christina followed it with the most evil of little laughs to herself.

(I normally don't add a post-script to my stories, but I have to tell you all this. And I've admitted to this once or twice elsewhere in this forum, but sometimes I get so turned on reading my own stories that I have to go and do something about it. And that's the way I feel right now! Cya! And I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I've enjoyed... and am about to enjoy in other ways... telling it!!! Smoochies, Christina!)

[sweetnpied]

Well readers. Just had to let you all know. I certainly followed up submitting part V of my story with a nice little late morning session of my own for real. Watched a couple of dirty videos I have stored on this puter and came the first time really fast Then did a little writing here and on umd, opened up another dirty video, and came again. It's been awhile since I came twice that quickly, twice in a half hour. I mean when I haven't wammed. That's why I love wamming so much. (And have really turned into a total wam slut again since I returned to doing it again a little more than 3 months ago... another reason why it's taken so long to finish writing this story... I think I've been at it a dozen times since early February! Half with hubby and half solo... I 'd better start writing these sessions down before I forget them all! Even when I'm not wamming now my cums are stronger and quicker in getting there! Just can't remember my last double orgasm outside of being covered in something.) Oh well, time to shower and go do some errands. Enjoy all... and support Wednesday on Messygirl... go see Messygirl's message on UMD to find out what I'm talking about!!!

[dalious]

Just what I have been waiting for, cant wait to read it when I get home

[muckypup]

Love love love your writing. You've had some amazing experiences I'm very jealous! Can't beat seeing yourself covered in mess

If your actual experiences are like this I'm really looking forward to your fantasies!

[sweetnpied]

Tee-hee, muckster. I came up with this little bit of wickedness that I'm telling here with just one single evening of planning. Imagine how crazy a story I can weave when it's been marinating in my brain for 15 years!

[sweetnpied]

Good news. I just finished the first draft of the final segment of this story, and I don't think it's going to need a whole lot of rewriting. So I'm hoping to have it up before the weekend's out. I wish I could figure out what it is about my writing ability that makes it so easy to come up with the words I want to say for one part, but then the very next part seems like I'm having to pull my own teeth out with rusty pliers to come up with the way I want to say it. Just not that skilled or practiced a writer yet I guess. In any event, I'm looking forward to finally wrapping this story up by tomorrow so I can move on to the very dirty... no, make that absolutely disgustingly filthy... fantasy I'm just dying to tell!

[sweetnpied]

If your actual experiences are like this I'm really looking forward to your fantasies!

Muckster, just for you, hun, I have a small confession to make. And remember that I'm wearing my shortest little school girl skirt in my avatar, so I guess it's appropriate to spank me if you must.

I gave into a little bit of hyperbole for theatrical effect for Part V of the story. If you count all the orgasms I claimed to have in that segment, I guess it would total somewhere in the 20s. That's a little bit of an exaggeration, and it's been really gnawing at me deciding whether or not to edit Part V to make it a little more honest. I think what I currently have showing in the story is probably around double what I really had.

As I've said somewhere in my storytelling in the Reading Room when I wam and get that turned on so that I'm having multiples, it really is true that I can't keep track of how many I have and whether it's a series of individual separate ones, or just a fewer number of really long ones. Plus, when it's happening, I really don't have a grocery store hand counter or whatever those things are you can use to total how much your spending where I can tick off how many I'm having. Truth be told, I don't even think that way when I cum. "Oh, that was a great first one. Oh, number two was even better, etc." I just have them as they occur and worry about accounting for them later. So I have no real clue exactly how many I had, but I'm pretty certain I've never had 20 in any one session of cumming.

But my description of my reaction to these multiples, however many there are, is as precisely accurate as I can describe it. That's why I love doing it so much because I really feel as if I'm cumming out of my skin when I hit that phase of my experience. I get on such a sensory overload I wonder how my body can even stand it.

Of course, when I start describing my fantasy story next, I might hit triple digits!!! LOL. Or maybe go hours on one non-stop orgasm! (I've actually been playing around with the idea that one of my fantasy orgasms would go on simply forever and hadn't decided yet on how long I would make it! LOL!)

[sweetnpied]

And while we're on the subject of multiple orgasms (okay, the only "we're" being me right now), I can't recall where I saw this story recently... maybe it was on the Katie Morgan HBO series (Katie Morgan is a porn star who does little 1/2 hour shows for HBO where she takes on a lot of different sex topics)... but someone was interviewing this woman who claimed to have this record for being able to come like 100 times in an hour. And the person interviewing her asked, "Can you show us?" The woman said, "Sure." She closed her eyes for a few seconds, seemed to concentrate a little and then opened her eyes. The interviewer said, "You just had one?" and the woman said, "Yes." Then she closed her eyes for a few more seconds, opened them, and announced, "And another."

And I was thinking to myself, "That really shouldn't fucking count!" I would rather take an hour of exhaustive masturbation, dildo insertion, standing on my head, completely submerged in mud, WHATEVER, to have my kind of orgasms than to EVER be satisfied over something like THAT! I simply couldn't believe it.

But I guess it takes all types, and I shouldn't begrudge her as to what turns her on!

[muckypup]

If your actual experiences are like this I'm really looking forward to your fantasies!

Muckster, just for you, hun, I have a small confession to make. And remember that I'm wearing my shortest little school girl skirt in my avatar, so I guess it's appropriate to spank me if you must.

I gave into a little bit of hyperbole for theatrical effect for Part V of the story. If you count all the orgasms I claimed to have in that segment, I guess it would total somewhere in the 20s. That's a little bit of an exaggeration, and it's been really gnawing at me deciding whether or not to edit Part V to make it a little more honest. I think what I currently have showing in the story is probably around double what I really had.

Well I certainly think you deserve a good spanking at least! But I think you are allowed a little artistic license in your writing. As you say it wouldn't be as much fun if you were counting, I always find spontaneous fun sessions better than ones which are planned or recorded with photos.

There is another part to the "true story"? Look forward to reading it, and then anticipating your work of fiction!

[sweetnpied]

Part VI

(Yeppers, Muckster, there is a final part to this true story. And here it is. It probably needs one more good editing, but it turned out to be far longer than I expected, and I wanted to keep my promise to get Part VI up this weekend. Plus, I had a really busy weekend, beside just finishing this, so I couldn't spend quite as much time working on this as I wanted. So I'll just post it now and make the necessary edits as I re-read it over the next few days, like I've done in the past with other parts of my stories.

In any event, hoping you ignore all my whining and excuse-making in my last paragraph, I hope you find the ability to simply enjoy the end of this story.

And thanks, Mukster, for accepting my literary license. I'll bend over now if you want to employ the appropriate punishment! )

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Christina was in a serious quandary. She giggled to herself when she thought of the phrase “serious quandary,” because she was also in one very serious fucking quagmire as well.

Her internal batteries were completely depleted of all energy. Christina was floating on her back, buoyed about one-third of the front of her body above the surface of what had to be about a foot-deep pool of Smucker’s chocolate sundae syrup.

Christina so desperately wanted to push herself back down under and become completely submerged again. But she didn’t have the strength right now to do that.

And yet, there was reason to celebrate this historic occasion. Christina had reached her goal. 300 fucking bottles worth of her favorite chocolate she’d ever played in! More than 33 gallons! The deepest non-mud submerging she had ever done. Her first total submersion in anything other than mud. And, so far, it had surpassed every expectation.

But in some ways, Christina hated this moment, and that was the quandary, her conundrum. She had recently experienced a similar situation in her first wamming session in over four years that occurred just a couple of weeks ago.

There comes a point during these hours-long sessions when Christina felt she had simply been at it too long. How many orgasms did she really need to have after all?

But Christina’s response this afternoon to her rhetorical question was going to be the same as it was the last time she asked it of herself. When would she have an opportunity to get this fucking filthy again?

After all there was about a thousand dollars worth of syrup all around her right now. And that was the final answer Christina was looking for. “Shit,” she spoke in the direction of the tub’s ceiling. “I forgot that I have to seriously get my money’s worth out of this experience!”

Christina frantically searched her mind for what sensation she’d like to experience next. Suddenly, it dawned on her that one of the most obvious ones had escaped her so far. Christina had yet to completely submerge herself in the syrup unrelated to having sex.

She knew she didn’t currently have the strength to keep forcing her body under while lying on her back because the substantial density of the ultra-thick sundae syrup supported her body weight too well. Plus, full submersion from this position would cause her sinuses to get flooded again which was very annoying.

But on her stomach, Christina could just act as dead weight and her face, tits and cunt would all be completely under without any additional effort. And full submersion from that position would be relatively easy to accomplish and without the nasty sensation of chocolate invading all the way up her nasal passage.

Still, she found the relatively simple task of turning over extremely daunting. First, there was her exhaustion. Second, Christina felt as if she were weighed down by a ton of the heavy, thick liquid.

She hoped she could execute a simple roll-over, slipping and sliding against the well-greased tub floor and walls. Christina succeeded in this maneuver, but not without a little effort.

But the effort was so totally worth it. Now that her brain wasn’t completely preoccupied with the sensations of having very filthy wam sex, Christina could concentrate on the pleasures accompanied with just being filthy.

Christina was suddenly aware of a thousand different fingers brushing against different parts of her body as the thick goo slid up and down and over and around her as she pulled herself around and onto her stomach.

One of the aspects of having just finished her latest orgasm or series of orgasms when wamming, Christina was learning, was the ability to observe certain qualitites about her surroundings that had gone unnoticed while she was sexually involved. The first one that caught her attention this time was that either the tub had become so full of sundae syrup, or Christina was moving around too violently during the last sex activity, or as a result of a combination of both, that syrup had spilled over the top edge of the tub and coated a significant portion of it.

Thank god this was a glass door-enclosed shower and not one protected solely by a curtain, Christina realized. Or else there would be a significant amount of chocolate flowing around on the bathroom floor right about now.

It also suddenly dawned on Christina that she could no longer smell the chocolate. She’d experienced this in past lengthy wam sessions, but could never quite figure out why or when this would happen.

They why she guessed may have something to do with the repeated assault the syrup had performed upon Christina’s nasal passage. The when? She had no fucking clue.

Again Christina gave herself a little wicked giggle. “You asshole. You’re flying so high with tingling nerve endings and the fucking wildest orgasms, and you wonder why you can’t remember when you lost your sense of smell. Yeah, like you were paying attention to THAT, you stupid fucking cunt!”

Christina gave a half-smile, half-wince at how nasty she was getting with herself. “Oh my god, I guess I’m starting to head down a very nasty, dirty path again,” she thought to herself. “Well, then, I guess it’s time to do something naughty.”

She took her right arm and slid it backwards over the inside of the outer wall of the tub. Just doing that caused a marvelous sensation of chocolate caressing different parts of Christina’s body as small waves crashed against her.

And then Christina had a broad, naughty pixie-ish smile spread across her face at the thought of what she was about to do to herself. Christina allowed her index and middle fingers to slide under the bottom elastic edge of her booty shorts. She began sliding them deeper and deeper inside as the second joints of her fingers crossed under the hem, and then the third joints.

“Got you, you little bitch,” Christina voiced softly to herself. She had found the outer edge of her too tiny panties.

With a quick upward snatch of her arm, Christina drove the right side of her shorts and panties high up her ass. Next, she mirrored that action with her left arm, so she experienced a deep and slightly painful wedgie up her cracks.

“Hmmmmm,” Christina moaned as the saturated cloths moved teasingly in and up her slits. She was feeling downright dirty.

And now came the moment she had so long awaited. A full face-first submersion allowing her to be completely surrounded by warm sundae syrup. Christina slightly shook her head side-to-side in an “I can’t believe what’s happening to me again” move. Because she could feel some internal warmth stirring inside her crotch one more time.

“Mmmm, this will be heavenly,” she spoke aloud, as she forcibly drove her open-mouthed face deep into the pool beneath her. A picture of Clive Owen in Sin City flashed in her brain as she recalled the part of the movie when he sank deep within a tar pit. Christina always wondered what that would feel like, and she suspected that now she knew.

It was a phenomenal feeling. Everything was completely silent. Everything was completely dark. Christina had been stripped of at least three of her senses. And she wasn’t even sure she could taste the chocolate any more that was filling her mouth.

That left the only one of her senses Christina absolutely knew to be functioning, and that was her sense of feel. And with that one she was on sensory overload. Christina seemed to be floating in a marvelous, murky world of the sludge monster. A different dimension. A different universe.

Christina was grasping for words in her brain to try to describe the sensations she was currently feeling. The problem was she had no previous frame of reference.

The last time she was completely submerged, it was in the grittier, grimier environment of a volleyball mud pit. Plus, then she was constantly being forcibly pushed or dragged under by her teammates.

This experience was totally different. It was of Christina’s own free volition. It was calmer, relaxed. And Christina was the one in control. Or maybe she wasn’t. Maybe she was under the sludge monster’s spell.

The sensation Christina was feeling wasn’t like swimming underwater because the syrup was far denser. She felt a little like she was in what she thought suspended animation might feel like. The viscous sundae syrup held her up and buoyed her. Its thickness made a more definitive impression on her entire body, far more than merely submerging in water felt. Christina felt the pressing weight of the heavy syrup touching every part of her body at the same time.

Christina finally had to push herself up for air. Her first attempt failed as her arms slipped forward when she tried to plant her hands down on the bottom of the tub. A momentary panic followed, and she quickly brought her hands back, much closer to her tits, snapped her knees underneath her body and dramatically exploded out from under the slime.

Despite her anxiety, Christina’s brain automatically knew the next move. Turn to the mirror and wipe your eyes clean.

Christina’s chin was awash with the wave of chocolate escaping from her mouth. Her breathing was fast and hard, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the mirror. She was bent slightly over at the waist from the mental effect the weight of all that syrup had on her, pushing her down because it felt so heavy. And she absolutely looked like the creature from the black lagoon, covered in the thickest sludge imaginable.

Christina was also battling the dripping streams of chocolate coming down from her bangs. On the one hand, she wanted to see what her face looked like totally covered, but there was no way to actually see what she looked like if her eyes were completely blinded. So Christina had to play a little game with herself to allow enough of the chocolate to slide down her face to give the illusion of near complete coverage, but leave enough vision unaffected so she could watch.

“Oh simply fuck it,” Christina said, and dove right back under face first. Once again, she was enraptured by a feeling she found difficult to find the words to describe.

Christina felt isolated yet nurtured. And although staying submerged too long would be a death sentence, while she was under the surface Christina, nevertheless, felt protected from the nasty problems of the world that existed outside the tub. It was soothing yet tantalizingly titillating all at once.

Christina held her breath until the last possible second. On this occasion, however, she only lifted her head just above the surface.

Christina’s entire body was tingling as the chocolate sludge monster completely consumed everything below her neck. But something kept drawing her back. She plunged her face back under again, and again, and again. It was like she was in another dimension, another universe. It almost seemed, when Christina completely submerged herself, that she was actually inside the sludge monster. She had been totally consumed by him.

Christina simply did not want to exit the inside of the sludge monster. It was such an amazing experience. But yet, her mind was telling her that it was time for Christina to mimic another of the wam models she so fondly admired. For one of Christina’s deepest fantasies was to be a wam festish model for a famous producer.

A woman named Tammy had been one of Rob Blaine’s regular models. And one of Christina’s most cherished videos of her was when Tammy spent a very long time in a tub of chocolate syrup just like this.

There were a few changes to Christina’s appearance that had to take place for a true mimicked performance to begin. Christina had to strip down to only her panties.

And she knew even that process was going to be a shitload of fun. Christina rolled over onto her back once again, carefully keeping her head upright until all the mobile syrup slid down and off her face. She then slid backwards into the tub for the sexy strip routine that would follow.

First, off with the bra. And this was no easy task. Christina crossed her arms and slid each forefinger and middle finger under the bottom edge of the cotton fabric which had become pasted to her sides.

A forceful tug produced only a little upward movement. Christina started wiggling side to side in the tub, and pushed off the front side of the tub with her stockinged feet in order to lift her shoulders, chest and midriff out of the syrup. Getting herself freed from the cramped sides of the tub provided the clearance she need to slowly slide the saturated bra over her breasts and head.

With her bra now removed, the rest should be much simpler. Next was the booty shorts. Christina took her time lifting her left hip and buttocks up and sliding a little of the cotton shorts down and then switching cheeks and repeating the move on her other side.

This little dance allowed Christina to dream that she was teasing her audience watching her on video or DVD. She was tantalizing her viewers who were unquestionably jerking their cocks off getting turned on by her dirty body getting revealed bit by bit.

This little role playing mind game Christina was employing upon herself was beginning to work its magic on her libido. Not surprisingly, Christina realized that the wonderfully warm waterworks in her pussy were generating a new supply of cunt juice.

A few inches at a time, Christina continued the sliding of her shorts down her legs, over her stockings and finally up over her feet. She tossed the shorts and bra into the green plastic bags already containing the empty syrup bottles.

And last but not least, the stockings. For this, Christina sank back again into the tub, leaving only her nose, eyes and mouth above the surface. She lifted her left leg completely above her, and thick streams of chocolate slide down her calf, thigh and crotch, and even thick blobs plopped down onto and assaulted her torso.

She took her hands and clasped them tightly around her mid-thigh. Christina squeezed the syrup out of the drenched stocking attempting to allow only the smallest amount possible to remain in the fabric. She then sexily wiggled her hips side to side as she slowly slipped a middle finger on either side of the inside of the nylon and gradually pushed the elastic top down her leg.

Eventually, she simply grabbed the elastic edge and tugged at the stocking’s top to pull it over her ankle and feet when the nylon had traveled too far down her leg for Christina to reach. The feel of the damp synthetic sliding off her foot just added to her growing sexual tension. And Christina got to repeat that entire routine with her other leg.

But now the fun was about to truly begin. Channeling her mental image of Tammy’s wam session in the tub of chocolate, Christina slid all the way back again into the tub and allowed her body and face to go completely under. Just like Tammy did in Rob’s video. This required Christina to continually blow air out of her nose to avoid it dripping in, which created little bubbles flowing from her nose to the surface.

Then, just like Tammy, Christina began rolling over and over and over, allowing her completely soaked hair to trail over her tits and face. And with each emergence of her face from beneath the surface, another unique sensation was experienced by Christina. The falling away of enormous layers of heavy chocolate as Christina would let her face stay above the surface long enough for all the loose syrup to return to the rest of the syrup sea caused an incredible feeling of tension and release. From the oppressive feeling of being weighted down to the sensation of relief and resurrection as the goo faded away. Only to be followed by a recycling of the entire sequence as Christina rolled over again and again and submerged and uncovered her head again and again.

And one point in Tammy’s video, she simply paused in her rolling over and over and dunked her head repeatedly, one dunking followed by another, one of Christina’s favorite moves to imitate. Which is exactly what she did.

Of course, Rob liked his models to sit up after several minutes of submerging to show the camera the effect of a good couple of minutes of total submersion. And Christina did not want to disappoint her producer. She was a good little wam fetish model.

That didn’t mean Christina couldn’t sneak a little peak in the mirror she had Rob position behind him so she could see how sexy she was looking to her audience who would someday be watching her finished video.

During these dunkings, Christina had to imprint her own little signature move on Rob’s video, partly because she didn’t want to be looked at as merely a copycat of Tammy, but also because Christina so fucking loved what she was about to do next.

Christina reached outside the tub and quickly grabbed one of the empty pitchers. For too long, Christina had ignored her great love of panty-filling. That was going to stop this very minute.

Despite how long she had been soaking in the tub, even how long she had been soaking in the fully submergeable tub, there was still an incredible amount of excitement to be had from allowing the syrup to once again drip over her super-sensitized labia. Even though her body was drenched and covered in at least an inch-thick layer of Smucker’s sundae syrup, Christina’s body actually noticeably stiffened as the first blob of syrup slid over her pussy lips.

Christina felt as though she was reverting to her three year-old mentality again. Alternately submerging her entire body in the sea of syrup, only to stand up on her knees and refill her panties. Christina was giving her producer a very good show.

And each time Christina pulled herself to her knees after a nice long dunking, she’d look into the mirror as best she could through the streams of syrup running down her face. With each successful submersion, the details of Christina’s features were becoming more and more obliterated by the thick coating of heavy sundae syrup that stuck to and covered her.

The edges separating her hair from her head, those that represented the protruding of her ears and nose, the pouting shape of her lips, the extension of her breasts from her body, all that became minimized by the smoothness of the syrup that covered her. Christina began using the pitcher to pour more chocolate from the pool below her over her head, so she could continue to mask the sharp features of her face and body.

And the vision of the sludge slut she had become was rapidly increasing her arousal. So much so, Christina had to repeat this entire dunking process several more times because Rob required a number of takes so he could select the absolute best of Christina’s best to sell to his customers. And Christina was too much a perfectionist, too much of a professional to disappoint her producer or his customers.

But now another crisis was building in her crotch. And this had nothing to do with the lubricating vaginal fluids welling up in Christina’s cunt. Christina had obviously been in the tub so long, and the chocolate syrup was so warm and just fluid enough, to begin encouraging the release of a totally different bodily fluid.

“Fuck, guys have this so fucking easy!” Christina said to herself. Christina knew what she had to do, but could only hope that she could pull this off.

She flipped her body around and was on her back again. Christina tugged at her panties and with a little wiggling, was able to easily slide them off her body.

And now, another first-time sensation flooded the sensors in Christina’s brain. Because those sensors were now screaming at her.

She had not had her shorts and panties removed and her naked body buried in something messy since her college mud volleyball days, and she had never been totally submerged bottomless in chocolate before today. Her ass and cunt were jolted by a bolt of electrical current once they had become completely exposed and submerged unclothed.

Christina was now completely lost at what fluids were dying to leak out of her pussy at this moment. This felt so fucking great! But she knew she could hold her urine only for a short time longer.

Getting back up onto her knees, she scraped as much of the chocolate as she could off of the gallon pitcher she’d been using to douse herself. Christina then located the nearest pitcher’s lid outside the tub, grabbed it and wedged it within the inner metal towel rack attached to the glass shower door. “What I have in mind is going to be a little tricky to accomplish,” she thought.

Christina stood on her knees and separated her legs as far as possible. Yet, it took a great deal of balance and forcefulness to try to push the empty pitcher into the foot-deep pool of syrup.

“Fuck, this isn’t working,” said Christina rather loudly. She desperately did not want to exit the tub. Nor did she want to have to end the session by peeing into the syrup. Christina would have to rely on the leftover athletic skills of her youth to help her out here.

She stood up in the tub. For what she wanted to do next, Christina knew it was a good thing she was now barefoot because for some strange reason the syrup was not so slippery while wearing stockings. Now she was capable of sliding her feet slowly apart, until they reached the opposite ends of the tub.

Once adequately anchored, there was almost enough room beneath her pussy to slide the pitcher underneath. Yes, the lower fifth or sixth of the container had to be pushed down into the syrup, but it wasn’t like she had to force virtually all of it into the tub like when she was on her knees.

Christina leaned forward against the back of the shower door and grabbed the inside towel bar to stabilize her balance and with her free hand, trapped the wide mouth of the pitcher tightly against her crotch. With much thanks and relief, she could finally release the muscles holding back the urine trying to force its way out.

And as Christina knew it would be, even this sensation was amazing. The emptying of the warm, pungent fluids from her bladder exited her cunt in thick, forceful streams mixed with some of the syrup that had been previously stored inside, now diluted by the urine.

This activity was generating exciting little, well, not so little, sparks going off inside her cunt. If Christina thought she was feeling like a dirty little bitch before, this was taking her filthy mindset to a whole new level.

And her urination was reaffirming her need to take the final step in her planned wam sex session for that afternoon. For there was one little toy she had brought along to this little party that she hadn’t put to use yet. And this little peeing incident reminded Christina of what she had planned to do next.

With the last drops of urine dripping into plastic pitcher, which made balancing it in the syrup a little easier because now the container carried a little weight inside, Christina thought to herself how useful the pitcher’s handle had been in securing the position of the container of her urine around her crotch. She suspected a small amount of her pee might have splashed outside the pitcher, but she was not about to let a little thing like that, mixed in with over 33 gallons of chocolate, inhibit her next set of plans.

She also thanked her lucky stars that she bought pitchers where you had to force the deep sides of the lid several inches inside the container in order to seal it. This wasn’t one of those pitchers where the lid rather tenuously snapped on over the top. With the kind of lid Christina had, there was no chance of her urine leaking onto the bathroom floor if somehow the pitcher tipped over once sealed.

Christina grabbed a couple of the paper napkins she had placed on the floor just outside the tub for clearing her eyes or blowing her nose when necessary, and wiped away the urine still trapped within her pussy lips. Tossing the napkins in the plastic bag with the empty bottles of syrup, Christina now looked forward to the opportunity to plop her bare cunt deep into the ocean of chocolate below her once again.

But before doing that, Christina sought out her one last toy. For Christina had seen what she was about to do to herself on a video she downloaded from the iwam web site a couple of years ago, and she had been dying to test out this severely perverted kink on herself ever since.

Her giggling now turned truly sinister and Christina acknowledged to herself how unquestionably sick she had to be to try this as she began to imagine just how truly fucking wild this was probably feel. She also had to hunt down Big Ben which she had put down on the floor outside the tub after his last stint in her cunt earlier that afternoon.

Big Ben was relatively easy to locate since it was just a short while ago that Christina had let him take a break. The other toy she would use in this next part of her adventure must have moved around a bit on the floor because a lot of activity had occurred outside the tub since Christina first entered a few hours ago. After all, 30 bottles of syrup had been emptied and tossed in the garbage bag, along with Christina’s clothing and urine-cleaning napkins. Plus, she had scrambled around the floor earlier on separate occasions to find Big Ben and, later, the empty pitcher.

Finally, she located the implement Christina was planning to use in conjunction with Big Ben for her final act of wam sex perversion to occur that afternoon. “Oh, there you are, you bad boy. C’mere you little fucker,” and Christina put a lot emphasis on the last word of that sentence.

Christina slid back down into the syrup, and it felt simply amazing to be completely nude and completely covered except for her mouth, nose and eyes. With Big Ben in one hand, and the other instrument in the other, Christina allowed both of them to become totally immersed in the thick, viscous syrup.

Christina took her time setting up this last part of her event because she so wanted to extend the very enjoyable feeling of liberation caused by her skinny-dipping in the slimy warmth of sundae syrup. But eventually she slowly lifted the dildo in her left hand and allowed the faux penis to drip mass quantities of chocolate on her torso. Christina then let the cock’s tip lightly touch her skin.

“Oh my,” Christina cooed, as Big Ben first contacted her belly just below her navel. A series of electrical shocks flashed up and down her body.

Slowly up her belly, inch by inch, still raining chocolate down from her arm, wrist and disembodied penis. Now permitting Big Ben to gradually circle her entire right breast and crossing over to repeat the circling over her left.

The orbit of the circling began moving tighter and tighter around each nipple, but without the increase of speed. Christina was torturing herself with the teasing. With her anus and vagina being perpetually assaulted from the thick syrup which surrounded them both, the tension in Christina’s central nervous system was mounting.

There was a very nice rhythm going on in the tub at this moment which merely enhanced the internal vibration of ever fiber of Christina’s skin. She was encased in a swamp of thick tarry goo. The sludge monster who had embraced and consumed her whole.

Christina now let the tip of Big Ben begin moving southward down her body, in a direct line down the center. As it approached closer and closer to her clit, her body subconsciously arched upward to meet the tip. Christina had to reassume control of her mind and emotions to keep her vagina submerged.

As Big Ben reached the top of her trimmed bush, Christina slowed her progress to a crawl. She was driving herself mad with anticipation.

Creeping slower and slower downward, it almost felt like her pubic hairs were standing on end from all the static electricity surrounding Christina’s pussy.

“Enough already,” Christina yelled aloud, as she allowed her pelvic region to arch upward, this time intentionally breaking the surface at precisely the same moment as Big Ben’s tip reached her clit.

“HOLY SHIT!” Christina screamed at the top of her lung. Her body completely collapsed as she snapped to attention. “Let it go! Let it go!” Christina screamed in her head just as silently as she had just screamed out the obscenity. She pulled the dildo away.

Christina thought she had suddenly turned into a crack addict. Every nerve in her body was firing simultaneously. She was one tense filthy, little bitch right now.

The anticipation of her next move was about to give her a heart attack, she thought. Christina was actually shaking or convulsing or something.

She repeated the move from the top of her bush to the top of her clit. Christina thought she was about to go insane. She had no clue what to do next.

Maybe something she had never done before? Every time she ever had wam sex, it was always a wam-bam-thank-you-mam kind of fuck. Rather, Christina concluded to herself, let’s see if I can somehow find the internal discipline and restraint to continue at a different pace.

She slowly moved Big Ben’s tip directly onto the clit, but as lightly as possible. Christina might as well has placed her drenched hands on both terminals of a car battery. She had explosive current flowing through every inch of her body.

But this time, she refused to pull the cock away. Almost impossible to hold that steadily that lightly, but Christina did the best she could to see how long this could last.

She moved away from the little man in the boat, and began caressing the outer labia with the tip of Big Ben, ever so lightly. Then onto the inner labia. And the entire sequence was repeated again. And again. And again.

“Maybe if I just insert it ever so slowly. I love when that happens when I’m not wamming. Why must I always go the other way in here?” she wondered. Christina was grasping at straws in her mind, because she could no longer think things through clearly. She was currently flying on automatic pilot for the time being for Christina was as disoriented as a person in shock.

She continued to move Big Ben one more time from stimulating her clit downward toward the entrance to her pussy. Just before the cock reached her opening, Christina sent her entire vagina under. The painstaking slow insertion of the rubber penis that followed sent every neuron in her brain on red alert. The inside of her cunt was being opened to complete invasion by the tentacles of the sludge monster as he quickly flooded into her exposed vagina. Her natural instincts were telling her everything about this was wrong, which made the intensity of every passing moment rise exponentially.

Her back was trying to lift off the tub floor to thwart the felonious assault occurring in her cunt, but Christina used every ounce of her will to drive her pussy back down. Inch by slow inch, Big Ben was plunging into Christina’s dark hole. How long could she continue at this pace?

The answer was about 10 painstakingly slowing inward and outward thrusts, 5 in each direction. Christina was doing everything in her power not to come too fast this time.

When she was ready for the final extraction, Christina lifted her pelvis completely out of the pool. Once above the surface, she lifted the cock aloft out of her cunt. Without any unnecessary delay, but not too quickly, she brought Big Ben to her mouth because she absolutely had to know immediately how the combination of her internal slime mixed with the slime from the sludge monster tasted.

It was a bit difficult to determine the taste or smell, because it appeared that both senses had long since departed registering in Christina’s brain. But she could absolutely tell how it felt. Thick, dirty, viscous. It formed into a small blob in her mouth.

She let that blob remain within her mouth for some time. Swirling around her tongue and teeth. Big Ben would just have to wait his turn parked at her lips as the rest of the sludge monster’s cum joined with Christina’s fluids and slid down the penis and into her mouth.

The juices from both finally coagulated fully in her mouth. Christina continued to permit it to stay there. It was finally time to engage the toy in her right hand.

Christina had demanded it remain submerged throughout everything that had taken place til now. An incredible exercise of discipline on Christina’s part because her brain had been screaming at her right hand to get involved in the festivities long before this.

Christina kept her right hand submerged as long as possible as her arm prepared to slide across her right thigh. A lightning fast move over her thigh transpired before she instantly re-submerged her hand and her toy on the other side of her leg.

As she had done with the tip of Big Ben just a few moments ago, Christina held the tip of this new toy just at the edge of her clit. In contrast to Big Ben, this tip was more pointed. More focused. Christina was ready to swear on a bible that she felt her clit twitching involuntarily and frantically as it tried to vibrate itself against its new playmate. But Christina knew that was impossible.

But Christina was completely certain she’d feel the very next sensation. And did she ever!

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,” each sound being short, staccato bursts as Christina was suddenly and rapidly hyperventilating. She lost all control of the cum in her mouth and swallowed it whole purely out of reflexive response.

For Christina had just shot a narrow stream of wam syrup directly and forcefully against her clit. For the new toy she had learned about while watching the iwam video was.... a turkey baster.

For the video showed two naked women playing in a pool of chocolate milk. Late in the video, one female shot a baster full of the liquid up the other’s pussy. The violated woman held it in place until the woman holding the baster was in place for her to get peed in the face by the trapped chocolate milk.

Christina made a mental note the first time she saw that clip that one day she would experience how it felt to have something nasty shot up her hole in precisely the same way. And today would be the day.

But first, she had to replace the cum she had lost in her mouth. Another slow, torturous fucking by Big Ben. Another gradual deposit into Christina’s mouth. Another return to status quo. And all this while Christina remained virtually buried deep within the sludge monster’s grasp.

Christina prepared herself this time for the intensity her clitoris was about to experience once again. She choked off the entry to her esophagus with the back of her tongue, and readied herself for the next squirt of the baster.

And all the preparations in the world would have done little to fully prepare herself, even though she had already experienced the sensation once. Partly because the anticipation of the first repeat occurrence had blown the expectations all out of proportions in Christina’s head.

And sure enough, Christina felt as if she was about to die from sheer pleasure. The forceful rush of warm syrup crashing into the nerve endings of her clit was the most intense surge of energy she ever felt. The sense that she was buried and cloaked in a thick sea of tarry, stick goo charging every electrical circuit in her body just had the voltage increased ten-fold by a concentrated stream of sauce pounding her clitoris and neighboring sensitive areas. What was this going to feel like inside her cunt?

Well, Christina thought, might as well find out right now. She let the narrow tip slide, at a moderate pace, down the folds of her labia until her the opening to her vaginal canal had been reached. On the way to the target zone, Christina allowed the baster to draw in a full tubeful of syrup.

Coincidentally, the syrups being sucked into the baster for the purpose of being deposited a few moments later inside her cunt, were the very fluids closest to Christina’s pussy lips. And didn’t THAT cause some interesting stirrings deep inside Christina’s sensory system. As Christina was about to soon find out, this was the beginning of a series of feelings building inside of her which were heading towards a conclusion Christina had no way of knowing its ultimate outcome.

Everything was in place. All she had left to do was push a couple of her toys into a couple of her holes. One toy, her favorite and most familiar dildo in her collection. The other, a totally new violation of her body to experience.

No, Christina decided. This was not her choice, but the sludge monster’s. It was his thick, tarry cum about to enter her cunt. His powerful slimy tentacles locking Christina’s hand around the cock resting at the lips of her mouth, preparing to force her hand to fuck her own mouth with the dildo, thereby driving the monster’s earlier wad of ejaculate currently swimming around in Christina’s mouth down her throat. Christina was completely out of control now.

And that time had arrived. With one simultaneous thrust, the baster was shoved all the way in and the bulb collapsed, causing the monster’s jism to spray violently into her pussy. At the very same moment, the monster forced Big Ben to rape Christina’s mouth and make her swallow the cum in her mouth down her esophagus.

Christina had no idea what she was feeling at this point. Everything was happening too fast. Too much. Her body went into a v-shape. Her feet and head both lifted upward. Her cunt and ass drove deep to the tub floor.

Gone was the slow, deliberate pace she had pursued on her own just a few moments ago. The sludge monster hated that pace and assumed control of the events in his environment. Christina was back to being fucked good and hard, this time down two holes at once.

And the monster kept cumming again and again inside Christina’s cunt. He’d make one deposit of warm syrup, completely slide out, and jam himself back inside Christina again. And within just a couple of violent strokes inside her pussy, the monster would ejaculate his next load of cum into Christina’s vagina.

And yet, something was just not going quite right. Christina couldn’t seem to drive either her emotional or physical self in the absolutely perfect way to peak to the highest possible level of orgasm. She instantly knew from her past wamming experiences that all the planning in the world did not automatically mean she knew in advance of any session the precise set of circumstances that needed to coalesce in order to push Christina over the edge to her most explosive of cums.

Christina knew well that sometimes she simply had to improvise on the spur of the moment. And this certainly seemed to be one of those moments, because this very thought process of, “What the fuck is wrong?” was beginning to interfere which Christina reaching any level of heightened orgasmic sensitivity.

Christina’s mind instinctively raced through her mental catalogue of various forms of the weirdest, kinkiest sex she could think of to try to find an answer. It amazed her that the sludge monster never stopped forcing Christina to fuck her own mouth with Big Ben nor did he stop raping and ejaculating into her cunt throughout all this. But then, a possible solution to Christina’s dilemma suddenly dawned on her.

Her memory raced back to the days of her last boyfriend before she met her hubby. That boyfriend was one seriously sick fuck. He was the one who introduced Christina to a different side of the wamming world, one which included submission, helplessness, bondage, humiliation, degradation.

He also constantly read every perverted magazine he could find in order to come up with new ways and the most disgusting of ways to sexually violate Christina. He even read the stories and letters in these magazines to Christina. And a genre of kink that had been imprinted on her deepest recollections oh those many years ago unexpectedly had just popped into her present-day memory... orgasms generated by enemas.

Christina giggled to herself as to the pun she made about the topic back then when she was still dating that asshole. She had always “pooh-poohed” the topic to him as literary hyperbole and total exaggeration. Who could possibly cum from such a disgusting activity?

But at this moment Christina wondered, “Is that really any more revolting than everything else I’ve done to myself and am currently doing to myself this afternoon. At this point, why the fuck not?”

Christina was still experiencing the sludge monster’s violations of her mouth and her crotch as she thought everything through. She’d taken a pretty full dump just before entering the tub and used the bidet in the bathroom left behind by the previous owner of her house to fully clean her anal canal. So Christina thought she might be on pretty safe grounds over that issue.

“So I ask yourself once again you dirty little cunt, why the fuck not?” Christina thought to herself because she was incapable of talking out loud with Big Ben still fucking her mouth.

And now the idea of getting truly as disgustingly filthy as she possibly could seemed like it just might be the right trigger Christina required to return her to the true path toward the ultimate orgasm. All of a sudden, Christina felt once again that she was a crack addict in desperate need of a fix. Her sense of feel began jumping to new heights as if it had been awakened merely by the thought of how a stream of wam liquid up her rectum might feel.

And it was as if the sludge monster was reading Christina’s mind because he stopped thrusting his hard narrow penis into his lover’s cunt once he finished his latest ejaculation, but would not return there. Somehow, Christina instinctively knew that was the monster’s last deposit of cum in her cunt so she squeezed her muscles as tightly as she could to hold the cum in place.

Once the sludge monster filled the basting tube with more of the his black sperm, he let the tip of his penis pass lightly over Christina’s perineum.

“HOLY FUCKING GOD,” Christina screamed out loud as she yanked Big Ben out of her mouth. That felt soooo damn good, Christina thought, that she had to get that penis out of her mouth and start expressing what she was experiencing in the area of her crotch.

But the monster knew Christina never would have had the strength to pull the dildo out of her mouth unless he had let her. Because he had other designs as to where that was about to go.

One more time, Christina’s beloved fake cock traveled down the length of her body. This time, however, it was unlike any of the previous trips. For this time, Christina sensed what the monster had in store for her. The way he was about to violate her in a way she had never been forced to have sex before. She was both terrified and exhilarated at the thought of what she anticipated was about to happen.

And the monster sensed Christina’s emotions as well. And he was going to take his damn fucking time exploiting them.

The tip of his more slender penis hung around the area of Christina’s perineum for what seemed like an eternity. If Christina thought she was suffering from serious electric shock treatments before, she had absolutely no fucking clue what electric shock treatments like this would be feel like. Christina wondered if gentle stimulation of her perineum alone could cause her to encounter the most explosive orgasms of her life.

But the monster had much darker plans for his trapped little whore. For as the tip of Big Ben approached Christina’s clit one last time, the monster moved the tip of his hard plastic penis to just touching the outer edge of her rectum.

And the final realization that her worst fears were about to be realized sent the intensity of Christina’s nervous system up several more notches. There was not the slightest doubt in her mind that the most explosive orgasm of her life was mere moments away. She knew she was about to be raped by double penetration and have the monsters warm cum seer the insides of her anal cavity at any moment.

Adding to the mounting anxiety and impending rapture was the awareness that there was nothing Christina could do to prevent this because the monster’s incredibly heavy and strong arms were completely wrapped around her entire body. She was immobile and helpless to the rape that was about to occur. And the tension of the oncoming moments of ecstacy was driving her mad.

In Christina’s mind, she could hear the monster’s deep but virtually inaudible evil laugh as he decided the moment had arrived. Suddenly, plunging deep into her cunt was the enormous dildo and what, to her anus, seemed like a hard unforgiving penis that was more than that area of her body could handle.

And next came the mind boggling sensations caused by mass quantities of fluids being circulated in and out of both Christina’s filthy holes. First, there was the exhilarating pleasure caused by Big Ben diving into her inner pool of a volcanic mixture of heated chocolate sundae syrup and cunt juice, dramatically driving most of it out of her cunt and back into the deep pool of simply bland syrup. And then, within what seemed like nanoseconds of that, the monster’s dildo that was raping of Christina’s anus exploded in orgasm deep inside her anal cavity driving warm sundae syrup deep within that hole. That seemed to be the last sensation Christina clearly remembered for several minutes to come.

All Christina knew for what seemed like eons was that she was cumming without end. In a way she had never known before. Somehow some deep, hidden area of Christina’s brain was able to think of the words, “Fuck Freud,” because she had always resented how he had come up with those idiotic concepts of clitoral orgasm and vaginal orgasm. “What the fuck would you call this orgasm, you fucking asshole?” was the most intelligent response she could formulate under these conditions.

For Christina thought every single cell, every single molecule, every single atom in her body, from the furthest tip of her big toe, to the most extreme reaches of her long but fully saturated hair, were all exploding at once in orgasm. Seriously! Christina simply couldn’t tell where her orgasm was coming from.

Her body completely stiffened and began shaking uncontrollably. And it stayed just that way throughout an orgasm that last for several unaccountable minutes. This wasn’t waves of orgasms she was experiencing. It was like a nuclear blast assaulting her entire body at once. She was literally being torn apart internally. Christina had completely lost control of everything.

There was no calculating time or orgasms or strength of orgasm. It was just the most powerful thing to hit her. Ever.

From deep within her diaphragm, an unearthly and completely unrecognizable sound began forming within Christina. It was building simultaneously in vulgarity and volume until finally it became its own self-supporting entity. Another part of her that Christina no longer could stop. It flew out of her mouth like a spectral demon of tremendous length. Her screeching banshee yell went on for what seemed like minutes. And then another. And another. And another. It seemed as if Christina was trying to expel ever vile organism in her body.

She was cumming everywhere. All at once. Everything in her was cumming. She absolutely couldn’t locate the source of it. She was glad she was experiencing this now, because ten years from now this would almost certainly kill her.

If the metaphor of exploding fireworks was ever more appropriate to explain an orgasm, Christina wanted to meet the person who experienced it. This was New Year’s, Fourth of July, Chinese New Year, the blast-off of the shuttle, and about a dozen other similar comparisons all rolled into one.

Whenever it was over. However it was over. All Christina could remember was she was completely numb, Big Ben slowly slipped out of her cunt of its own volition and was floating in the syrup between her legs, and the tip of the baster still remained tightly gripped by her sphincter muscle.

All Christina knew was that a several moments later when she heard that same voice at the bathroom door she heard about two weeks ago following her first wam sex experience in over four years.

“Honey,” said Joe softly. “I’m just checking to see if you’re all right. I heard this ghastly scream when I walked in and was worried someone was killing you until I figured out you were in here. And I knew it had to be you going through one of your sessions.”

Joe paused waiting for a reply. Several seconds passed and there was none.

Honey? Christina?”

All Christina do was mumble something to the effect that she was alive and okay.

“Can I do anything for you? Do you need anything?” he asked.

 Christina finally found something of a voice. “What are you doing home anyway?” she muttered. “It can’t possibly be 7 o’clock already, can it?” That was Joe’s usual arrival time home from the city. And at this precise moment, Christina was incapable of discounting any possibility, including the possibility that she had been playing with herself in the tub for over 8 hours now.

Joe laughed. “No, it’s only about 4:30. I just stayed in the office long enough to finish what I needed to get done. I wanted to get home early if possible to see if you wanted to have so more messy sex with me this evening. But I guess you decided to solo.”

Christina, getting a little more of her vocal abilities back, still responded softly. “Well, I told you I was going to see if I could figure out a way to heat the syrup. And I’m happy to say I have. If you want to give me about ten or fifteen minutes to compose myself a bit more, and come in here either naked or with one of your skimpy undies on, I could show you how well I figured that out. As long as you’re willing to accept some unusual conditions including not minding quite a mess on the bathroom floor.”

As Joe weighed the possibilities in his mind, Christina further announced, “And oh, there’s something else, babe.” “What is it, hun?” Joe replied.

“Remember how you asked if I needed anything? Before you come in here, if you decide to come in here, could you do me a favor and put turkey baster on the grocery list for me to pick up this weekend?”

Joe answered in a perplexed voice, “Sure, hun, but I thought we had a baster?”

“That’s right, babe. We had one.”