0 comments/ 33522 views/ 2 favorites Fiona's First Time Ch. 01 By: HenryWilcox Fiona was excited - she was going to finally meet the guy she'd been chatting with on the net for months, and he'd promised that she'd have a great time. For some time, she'd been having fantasies about a magazine she'd read, and this was going to be her opportunity to live them out for real - the excitement was building as she tried to guess what might happen. Ever since the day she'd found that old copy of Splosh magazine, she'd been aroused by the idea of getting all messy in her clothes - and in particular by having them all filled up with food and similar gungy stuff. She had thought about just doing it by herself, but it felt too silly to do, and so she'd decided to wait until she met someone she could try it with. Today was the day! She'd dressed sensibly - a brown cord skirt, blue top and some smart shoes; nothing too sexy, nothing too plain. She wasn't really sure how well the clothes would survive the treatment they were about to get, but she had brought a spare outfit along in her bag, just in case. As she neared the house, her excitement was building to a peak - sexual arousal was making her stomach turn flip-flops, and her breath was coming more quickly. As she pressed the doorbell, she wasn't sure if she should turn and run, or just stand there and hope for the best - eventually she convinced herself to stay, she was so turned on she'd never forgive herself if she backed out. The door opened and she saw the guy she was going to give up control to for the next few hours - he looked just like the photo he'd sent, but in the photo he'd not had a thick cream pie in his left hand! Before she could stop him he pulled his arm back and pushed the whole pie right in to her face, blinding her with cream... As the topping and filling smeared over her face and began to drop onto her formerly clean top, she reached up and wiped her eyes, so she could see again. Looking down, she could see the dollops of pie clinging to her shirt, over her breasts - as she stood there completely surprised, she felt it begin to soak through her top and her bra underneath, on to her skin. He reached out and pulled her inside by the arm, closing the door behind her. She got her first look at the kitchen next to the front door.... Every available surface was covered in various types of messy food stuffs: custard, eggs, rice pudding, chocolate syrup, baked beans, she couldn't take it all in. The anger she'd felt at being pied on the front door evaporated in a wave of arousal as she realised that all her fantasies were about to come true - no matter what happened, she was going to be absolutely covered in the contents of that kitchen, there was too much of it to be a limited mess... He took her overnight bag from her, put it safely in the living room and lead her straight back into the kitchen. She realised there was going to be no escape, no delaying the inevitable. Her stomach was in knots as he reached for a large carton of custard, ripped the top off and approached her... She held her breath as he reached out to pull her top away from her chest, and glanced down at her breasts encased in their lycra bra. She gasped as he moved the carton over the top of her chest and slowly, slowly started to pour.... The custard seemed to take forever to slide gently out of the carton, as he tipped it over her waiting chest. Eventually the first drips of cool yellow gunge began to slide out, and dropped onto her breasts and the lycra fabric of her bra, chilling her and bringing goose-bumps to her flesh. Her breath came in short gasps as the fulfilment of her fantasy began. Suddenly he squeezed the carton, squirting a jet of cold custard into her cleavage, where it pooled and began to trickle down between her heaving breasts across her tight belly. He released the fabric of her top, and let it slap back against her messy chest, but kept pouring the custard over her, so it soaked in from the outside too. Thick yellow trails of slime oozed over her bust and bright-coloured stains spread from inside as the custard worked it's way through... It pooled around her waist, prevented from sliding into her skirt by the tight waistband. Next he reached for a tin of beans. She paused, wondering where they'd be going - and she didn't have long to wait to find out. He lifted her skirt at the back, revealing her tight black knickers and she expected to feel the lumpy gooey beans cascade over her buttocks. She was surprised therefore when he spanked her once, not too hard but it was so unexpected that she squealed - and jumped slightly; Henry smiled as she thrust her messy chest out towards him. Next he pulled out the top of her panties, and gazed inside at her perfect ass. Telling her what a nice bottom she had, he upended the entire tin of beans into the back of her underwear in one go, missing with some which then trickled down her bare legs towards her shoes. Most of them went inside though, ran down the crack of her ass and quickly pooled against her pussy. Fiona moved her legs apart to allow them to slide against her, and let out a quiet moan of pleasure. The lumpy beans were caressing her like a million tiny fingers, and she loved how they popped as she moved around, splashing tiny puddles of tomato sauce against her flesh. She had no idea what he had planned for her next, but wasn't too surprised to see him reac into a bag and pull out a carton of eggs. She was surprised at how many there were though - first one dozen, then another full dozen were removed and placed on the counter in front of her. Henry opened both boxes and selected her first egg. He cracked it against a glass, and held the two halves in his hand - some of the contents began to drip slowly through his fingers as with his other hand he pulled her custardy top open again. This time though, he decided not to simply mess up the outside of her bra. This time, he reached in with his hand and pulled open the left cup of her yellow stained bra so he could see her naked breast, pulling quite hard to see the pink nipple so that the strap of the bra cut into her back slightly. Before she could complain, though, he dropped the contents of the egg into the gap he'd opened up, gently released the bra-cup to squeeze her boob against the messy egg, and let her top flop back into place to cover the lot. For a finale he wiped his eggy hand on her skirt, which had so far escaped untouched. Fiona was in heaven as the slippery mess oozed over her breast, and soaked into the already messy bra. Her nipples began to harden; partly because of the chill from the eggs, and partly with the pleasure of the sensation. While Fiona enjoyed the feeling of the egg against her bare skin, Henry was busy at the counter top. Another egg was selected, cracked, and palmed - he pulled her top open again and pulled back the right cup this time. Just as Fiona braced herself for the cold slimy mess against her hard nipple, he dumped the entire contents over her head! She couldn't help but let out a scream as the slimy gunge oozed down her gorgeous red hair, some of it dripping down across her face, dislodging some of the cream which hadn't been cleaned off, but most of it slithering down the length of her hair and then across her butt, messing up her skirt at the back. Fiona looked over at Henry, she thought she should be angry, she'd not wanted her hair messed up, but then she remembered how much he liked it - and she realised how much he was enjoying this experience. Almost as much as she was! He took another three of the eggs, cracked them into a bowl, and poured the lot over the back of her head, she could feel her hair soaking up the slime as it slopped down her back, and she gave up caring - this was too intense an experience to leave to thought and worry, she would just submit to the pleasure and let him take control of her for the rest of the session. And then he grabbed the chocolate syrup, and she realised it was far from over... Fiona's First Time Ch. 02 There she stood, eggs in her gorgeous hair (which she'd just washed that morning - why had she thought she needed to loo nice for him?), custard in her top, eggs in her bra and bean in her panties... She couldn't believe that the fantasy she'd had for so long was finally coming true, and was even better than her wildest dreams. Henry was now stood in front of her, smiling at her messy state, and she realised he was looking at her with pure lust in his eyes - a glance down revealed to her that he was very excited at what he saw. He squeezed a little of the chocolate syrup from the bottle in his hand into his mouth, and licked his lips... Fiona sighed slightly as she realised things were taking a much more intense direction. He suddenly pointed the syrup bottle at her, and squeezed it hard. The brown sticky sludge came flying out and splashed her right in the chest - splattering across her top and her cleavage, trickling very slowly down inside, and across her breasts. As it hit her she gasped in pleasure, and he began to direct the spray downwards, coating the front of her skirt and then aiming at her bare legs. The chocolate sprayed over her thighs, knees and shins, and then he emptied the bottle over her lovely new shoes - she wished for a second she'd worn some old ones, then gave in to the gloriously sexy feeling of ruining something so nice. Henry smiled as he saw her resigned to destroying everything she was wearing, and told her to sit down. Fiona looked around herself, and saw that there was only one chair in the kitchen, and it had a huge black forest gateau on it. She bent down to pick up the cake, and realised she'd just flashed her messy bottom at Henry! Remembering he'd seen it already when he'd coated her pert buttocks in beans, she blushed, and didn't hear what he said next. "Sorry?" she said? "I said, don't move the cake, I left it there on purpose. Now take a seat" he said. She felt another little pang of arousal as she realised he was taking complete charge over things, and also over her... but she smiled as she put the deep, creamy cake down on the chair again, and turned back to face Henry. Smiling at him, she started to slowly lower herself down into the creamy thick layers on top of the cake. The excitement and the anticipation of how it was going to feel against her legs and bottom was so intense, she actually cried out when she heard Henry say 'Stop!' 'No!' she screamed - but she did stop, as she felt it wouldn't be right to disobey him; after all, he was fulfilling her fantasy, and her greatest fear at this point was that he'd simply stop doing it, and make her leave. (Part of her wondered what it'd be like to be kicked out of the house as messy as she was then, part of her even wanted it to happen, but she realised it'd be crazy. One day, maybe... she thought). "Take off your panties," he ordered. Had she heard him correctly? He wanted her to strip off? "Leave the skirt, but loose the knickers." Shaking slightly with a combination of embarrassment and arousal she slid her hands up under her skirt and slowly lowered her bean-filled underwear. Baked beans dropped out all over the place, over her chocolatey shoes, down her long, naked legs, onto the floor, but she could tell from the sensations that some of them were plastered against her cool skin, under the skirt. She dropped her panties to the floor and stepped out of them. She was trembling now, as she realised what he had in mind for her next. The idea of sitting down into that thick and creamy cake, and feeling it oozing around all her most sensitive areas, with nothing to get between her and the spongy mess was driving her crazy, and she got into position to lower herself onto it again. "Just a second" he said. What could he want now? She was impatient to get on with it... and with a gasp she realised just how involved she had become in this sloppy, sexy session. "Pass them to me" he ordered. "Pass what?" she replied, with a sinking feeling - she knew what he meant. "Your knickers, give them to me" he asked, holding out his hand. Fiona decided she was going to truly enter into the spirit of it this time, and give Henry a shock and a thrill. Instead of simply kneeling down and picking them up, she turned around so her back was to him, bent at the waist, and with her legs ramrod-straight, touched her toes. She glanced back at Henry as she did so, and smiled to herself as she saw his eyes tracking up her messy legs, splattered with chocolate syrup, custard, beans and raw eggs before his sight-line made it to her bottom - her skirt had ridden up enough to hint at what lay beneath it, but it didn't brazenly show him everything. Then she picked up her filthy panties and slowly straightened up. Turning back to face him, she walked over to him and stood inches away from his face. She could feel his hot breath on her neck and a glance down revealed the effect she'd had on him was just as intense as ever. Suddenly she had an idea - ignoring his outstretched hand she grinned and slid the gooey knickers into his jeans pocket, pushing them all the way inside before then laughing and skipping back to the chair. She realised it had been rather tricky to get them into his pocket, almost as if something was already in there, blocking the way. With a start, she figured out what that was - and she realised she was even more excited by the knowledge that he was enjoying it almost as much as she was... So there Fiona stood, with her once-lovely clothes all filthy with messy food, her hair ruined and sticky, gunge dripping from her face down between her breasts... And she'd just slipped her gunged knickers into Henry's pocket, inadvertently groping him in the process. She stood over the chair, legs either side of it, and hitched her messy skirt up slightly to make herself comfortable for what lay ahead. Slowly lowering her bare ass towards the deep gooey cake, she closed her eyes and tried to imagine how it'd feel as it flowed slowly over her ass and pussy. Suddenly she felt the first hints of the whipped cream topping brushing the back of her thighs and her ass, and she gasped at the idea of the fact that she was doing this. She couldn't help herself as she pulled her skirt up right around her waist, slid her knees apart and sank her pussy right down inside the cake while Henry watched in awe. She moaned as the cool creamy topping gave way to warm stodgy cake filling, the feeling of it against her most intimate areas was just incredible. Her fingers began to smear the crushed cake along her inner thighs and up her stomach, pushing the once-clean top up to reveal her stomach to Henry's eager gaze. He couldn't resist any longer, and reached over to help her rub in the cake crumbs, and also slip the tight top further up, revealing the bottom of her bra to his hungry eyes and eager fingers... She sighed again as his nimble fingers began to tease her hardening nipples through the soggy cotton of her bra, and she pushed her chest out to encourage him to continue. henry didn't need any more hints, and pulled her top off over her filthy red hair, dropping it in the growing puddle of slops on the floor. Fiona couldn't believe she was now wearing nothing more than her bra, shoes and a thick layer of food in the kitchen of a practical stranger, and she found it even harder to believe that she wasn't concerned in the slightest. In fact, she was so aroused at the feelings she was experiencing, and at the sensation of submitting to his every whim that she was beginning to lose control of her inhibitions. She kicked off her shoes to feel the goopy puddles on the floor under her bare feet, and curled her naked toes up to squeeze the custard and syrup mix around, it was like being licked by a hundred tongues all across the soles of her feet... She wanted to feel the same thing all over her body. But first she decided that henry was too clean, and too dressed (at least compared to her) and something would have to be done about that. She lunged towards him and reaching behind took another carton of custard from the work surface. She was pleased to see he's already opened it, her hands were far too slippery to get a decent grip on it. She reached down to undo his belt, and pop the top button on his jeans. Sliding the zipper down over the obvious bulge in the front, she dropped the jeans to the floor amid the mess and made him kick them off. She then trampled them around in the slops until they were soaked through in a mix of all the slimy mess. She then bent over to pick them up, knowing Henry would be gazing at her breasts as they pushed her bra forward, and not caring that he was staring into her mucky cleavage. She stood up, dangling the filthy denims and threw them back at him. Before he could figure out what she had in mind, she pulled open the waistband of his straining boxer shorts, glanced inside, and with a smile began to pour. Fiona's aim was true, and as the cool yellow slime began to flow over Henry's dick, he gasped in pleasure and she was pleased to see him stiffen up even more as the goo began to coat his balls too, before running out of the shorts and down his legs to his feet. At that point, she told him to put the jeans back on, which he struggled to do. Fastening them up, he discovered that they were now much tighter, and much more form-hugging now they were sloppy with food. He looked down and smiled as he realised he was almost as on-show now as he had been with just his shorts on. Fiona's next trick was to crack half a dozen of the eggs over his head, just as he had to her. The yolks and whites poured down over his hair and face, soaking into his shirt and plastering it to his body. Fi smiled again as she dug her nails into the slimed fabric and simply ripped it from his chest. His filthy body came into view and she balled up the destroyed shirt and threw it in the bin. Next she yanked his jeans down to his ankles, and his shorts came with them, being stuck to the soggy denim. She realised she was kneeling at his feet with his cock just inches from her face, and gazed at it for a second, before straightening up and looking into his eyes. Since he was now naked in front of her, he decided to level the scores, and grabbing the kitchen scissors, sliced through the straps on Fi's bra, letting it drop from her pert breasts before kicking it aside. Now both naked, they stood and revelled in the sight of one another, before Henry took her by the arm and lowered them both to the floor amongst the slops and gunge that had fallen from their bodies earlier. Fiona loved the feeling of it all against her naked flesh, just as she had when her feet had first touched it, and she lay down and revelled in the sensations of the gunge caressing her back. She couldn't help herself and began to roll around in the slops, she wanted to feel it on every inch of her naked skin. Henry began to help her to coat herself in it, and caressed her curves with his messy hands as she began to feel the first hints of the approaching orgasm... she wanted to give in to the feelings completely....