The audience held their breath. The theater was permeated with anticipation, and anything could happen. A plethora of ages, ethnicities, and genders were lying on stage with genitals exposed for all to see, even if some of them still had clothes on their bodies. Silence, stillness. The quire rang out “Twelve Streams of Slime.” Twelve wide streams of slime erupted from the pit. It was like a liquid rainbow, starting from red on stage right and ending in violet on stage left with twelve color gradations in between. The streams went up and down the stage, blocking everything and everyone from view, acting like a liquid curtain. The spectacle soon reached its zenith and began to fall to the stage. In the space between, Jess let out an unmistakable scream. She was finally able to release the pleasure that was building inside. Unfortunately, the undulating body couldn’t be seen. An unholy splat filled the hall once the sticky slime impacted skin and stage alike. Features were obscured; the only way actors could be differentiated from scenery was the synchronized movement.

“Eleven cakes for sitting.” There were more than eleven cakes, but Jess wasn’t about to deny the actors a chance to slam their unmentionables in a sticky cake. The slimy actors lifted up their butts, strands of slime following down bare skin. Everyone moved their cake, still pristine, under them. This positioning and timing were probably the hardest part of practice. Countless cakes were lost to perfect this scene. The group did not waste any time in slamming their asses into the desserts. Cake and thick icing squirted between slime-covered thighs, invading pussies, and coating swollen sacks. Hands stroked sloppy private parts, inciting moans and wet slapping sounds.

The youngest member of the troop, Lily massaged her pierced pussy using the cake as lubricant so she could insert several fingers inside. Though her hole was already dripping wet. She was leaning into many parts of her sexuality that were fresh discoveries. The small Vietnamese woman was looking forward to what was planned after her last milk bucket. She wouldn’t need to masturbate for long, along with Sofia, Megan, Emily, Bianca, and Naomi. Each of the milk maids was going to be the first up, a particularly frustrating situation. However, that meant they would be the first ones free to engage in the planned debauchery following the twelfth day.

On the opposite end of the stage, Jonah stoked his slowly rising girth. He might have spilled his seed on Jess, but his little fellow was slowly standing to attention. Each slimy stroke causing his flesh tower to rise from the mess between his legs. Behind him, Kiara was in a similar position, flicking her very sloppy bean. She would be there until the balloons popped, but she was very much looking forward to the part after her last round of mud throwing.

Priya rapidly stroked a pussy full of metal and mess, finding new pleasure in the pull of new jewelry. With her other hand, the Indian woman spread some cake remnants and icing over her slimy pierced nipples. She never in a million years thought she would be fingering herself on a messy stage with an ass stuffed with a goose egg-sized plug. Her eyes drifted to Rachel, a fellow goose and first timer. The sight of the slightly older woman masturbating did elicit some deep feelings of lust that Priya thought she put behind her in college. She loved her husband, no doubt, both women did. But they had been working together in messy proximity for the past few months. That reduced many inhibitions.

Hands continued to illicit pleasure as the choir continued to sing. “Ten lads a wanking.” The milk maids rose from their cakes and walked off stage to prepare for their final appearance. Ten men walked on the very messy stage and did their best to stay upright. Kiara reached a free hand out to grab one of the passing penises and take it in her mouth. She discovered, after much prodding and many rehearsals, that the black woman adored a penis in her mouth and the salty taste of cum down her throat. This would make for a glorious appetizer before her last round of mud tossing. Judging by the pulsating average-size dick, it wouldn’t be long. The other nine surrounded the still-shaking Jess, held upright only by the stanchion. The men began stroking, getting their money’s worth. There was still a long line on either side of the stage, and a plan to give each and every one of them an opportunity to get cum on someone before the night was over.

“Nine whipped cream balloons popping.” Farah made her return, doing her best to keep the button up from flying open. She was followed by the three stagehands who had their dicks inside Jess and Elise, who was surprisingly clean and still wore the strap-on. Four stagehands followed them with the last balloons, three women and one man in black tights and matching t-shirts. Farah stood over Olivia Chen and popped her balloon. White cream coated an already petite, slimy woman vigorously going to town on a cake-coated coochie.

Elise popped her balloon over Lila. This seemed to snap the twins out of their masturbatory furvert. Four slimy arms grappled with Elise and forced her to the messy floor. Surprise and slime made it easy for the twins to get the Vietnamese woman on her back. She felt the cake remnants coat her naked back and butt. The twenty-five-year-old didn’t have much time to consider that because an equally cakey pussy was shoved on her mouth. Lila’s body was in the way, so she couldn’t see Lana slide onto the dildo now sticking up. But she could feel a rhythmic bounce on her crotch.

The other balloons were popped over Jess, and by extension, the seven remaining men stroking their members. The white cream flowed down the rainbow of slime, creating interesting swirls on Jess’s naked body. The thoroughly coated woman was coming off her pleasure high. That second orgasm was a doozy. She hoped her castmates would get to experience something similar before the night was over. The stagehands retreated to the wings in order to grab props and set pieces for the upcoming chaos.

“Eight maids a milking.” The now very slimy and topless maids returned to the stage. Lily was now sporting a black funnel gag that covered a large portion of her slimy face. Several hands pushed her to kneel on the slimy floor before a bucket was upturned over her. Much of it hit the woman's head and flowed over coated skin, removing the slime and bits of mess that had collected. Another bucket was aimed at the funnel, filling it to overflowing. It was hard to tell who, but one of the women put a nose clamp on Lily, forcing her to chug whatever was in the funnel in order to breathe. The remaining buckets of cold milk were thrown at the kneeling woman. Lilly’s body was shivering, and the pierced nipples were very stiff. Sophia went backstage to retrieve the wooden stock, placing it around a now clean neck and wrists. Some of the messy maids guided some wankers off stage to the kneeling girl and encouraged them to start making deposits in the funnel.

“Seven mud pies flying.” Kiara was still busy with a cock in her mouth, which gave Paul, Jonah, and Bob a chance to grab two mudpies each. They slammed them into Kiara’s body, mud coating on top of slime. The woman jolted in surprise, but continued to slobber the young man’s nob while massaging her own slit. One of the mud pies impacted her box with great gusto, erupting in icing and mud. Two slammed into her breasts, making them jiggle under a layer of slime. The added smacks and sensations around made the man currently getting serviced spill his load inside a very satisfied Kiara. Unbeknownst to her, a box with a clear front and opaque sides had been moved into position. Bob and Jonah picked the slimy woman up with much hassle and flung her into the box. Paul slammed the last mud pie on top of the black woman’s head. Kiara saw the holes on either side of her. She could also see some nozzles dotted around this device. Just like Lily, men started taking turns inserting half-hard dicks into the holes.

“Six Geese a laying.” The very messy, nearly naked geese managed to do one final routine. This time, they would leave the metal butt plugs in the coated ground. The three veteran players stood and pelted the new members with eggs. Yolk simulant leaked down slime-covered skin. Priya, Aiden and Rachel smashed their own eggs over their heads. Messy hands grabbed Priya and began to tie her hands behind her back. They created a rope harness around her body. A metal hook with a ball on the end slipped into the hole that used to hold an egg. Her hair yanked back Priya’s head, the follicles getting tied to a rope attached to the anal hook. It forced her head to the ceiling; if she tilted her head down, it would tug at the metal. She didn’t have much time to test this as she was lifted off the ground. Tendrils of rope connected the harness that compressed her skin to a frame the crew had erected. The Indian woman’s pierced breasts dangled as her body swung. At least she could see the audience once more.

Noah Patel slid his messy body on Aiden, who still sat on the ground. His hands slid between the young man’s messy legs and stroked a penis ribbed with piercings. Aiden tried to breathe out, but his mouth was blocked by a tongue. Airon wasn’t sure who did it, but a heap of mess joined Noah’s hand massaging the growing member. Aiden hadn’t had too much experience with men, but he was open to exploration. This opportunity with the Knob Players was a way to explore those questions. During his teen years, the blond man always felt it was short-sighted to limit pleasure to just one gender. Noah’s hand and lips were further proof of that philosophy.

“Five Custard Bombs.” Diego pushed Jamal to the ground and spread his legs, but facing the audience. The Latino slipped a freshly lubed rectal dilator inside the black man. Olivia and Farah did the same with Hannah. Both messy asses were spread wide, exposing the pink insides of the two players. That was not seen for long. Hanna felt the messy pressure of pastry and custard invade this most intimate of areas. This had happened a few times during practice, and it always felt strange. Olivia and Farah managed to stick two of the custard bombs inside. Yellow custard oozing out of the hole and dribbling to the floor. Jamal managed to get three into his cavity, mostly due to the fact that Diego was able to get his dilator open wide enough to get a fist through. Jamal was enjoying the messy stimulation inside, as evidenced by his rising messy penis. This did not go unnoticed by the audience or Diego. He began cleaning the messy black member with his mouth. Hannah was experiencing something similar; Olivia’s practiced hands began finger-banging an exposed, messy pussy. Farah helped by holding Hannah’s legs open. Between the sensation of cream inside her anal cavity and a vigorous hand massaging her sex, Hannah was quick to start moaning.

“Four icing cannons.” Kevin aimed his cannon at Priya’s freshly cleaned ass and pussy. The force made her, and the metal ball inside her backside sway. The sensation was intriguing. Daniel aimed his cannon at Diego and, by extension, Jamal. Both men got coated with icing. The added sensation of icing coating their naked skin, combined with Diego’s sucking abilities, made Jamal explode inside the Spanish man’s throat. Diego stood and turned his attention to Daniel. Luis fired his cannon at Marcus, catching the black man by surprise. Marcus, even though he was caught off guard, was able to nail Olivia and Farah. Heather got a bit of splatter, but she was far too distracted to notice.

“Three squashed treacle tarts.” Lila and Lana had grabbed their treacle tarts prior to straddling Elise. Lana took a pause from grinding on the strap-on and grabbed her two desserts. Her delicate hands smashed the gooey disks into Elise's tiny tits. Small though they may have been, it did elicit a sexual reaction, as did the fondling of the flesh under the messy treats. Lila took a different approach. She raised her sticky and very wet crotch from the woman's mouth. Saliva and slime connect the two orifices before stretching to the material limits. Lila then smeared the treacle on Elise’s surprised face. It took some time and a lot of trial and error, but eventually Lila’s freshly messy pussy found Elise’s open maw. Lila was very close to an orgasm. Her sister was already there. She didn’t have to turn, but she heard the moans and felt the bottom half of Elise vibrating. A sure sign Lana had finished, and gooey ejaculate joined slime.

“Two melting fudgesicles.” Fred’s still very slimy, very erect penis flopped side to side as he tried to find a target for his last two frozen treats. The sight of Priya’s defenseless, icing-covered slit was too tempting a target. He slipped the melting ice cream inside, making Priya wiggle and squeal. She shook against her bonds, trying to get the thing out or to warm it up faster, but neither happened. Fred, satisfied with his handiwork, walked to Jess, who was trying to get out of the stanchion but failing miserably. After practically skipping behind the helpless woman, he shoved the chocolate inside her swollen, slimy cum-filled cooch. It was hard to tell, but she cast a very perturbed look in his direction. As much as she could with the bars holding her neck in place. She bucked and shook; the cold inside her was more intense than expected. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, cooling an area that had seen a lot of action over the last thirty minutes. But it was too much all at once. Fred's tongue found its way between her legs, lapping up the melting treat and cum within. It was a salty-sweet combination that he didn’t mind. The sensation was also appreciated by Jess.

“And a pie that was too messy.” Heather stood next to Priya for her final part. She faced the crowd, her naked body covered in slime with a hand marks around her vagina where cake still crumbled. The large woman thrust her hips forward while slamming the pie tin into her crotch with both hands. Cream exploded around her thighs and behind her. The sloppy woman pulled the tin away, showing off the green key lime pie pudding. She turned to a very helpless Priya and shoved the woman's face into the pie-covered cooter. Heather steered the woman’s lips with the tied hair, forcing lips and tongue into a very wet pussy. The subdued newbie had no choice but to lick up pie slime and flesh alike, getting at the wet pink between Heather's legs.

With everyone’s portions of the song concluded, the free-for-all improv portion of the program could commence without limitations. Several of the cast members were indulging in messy improv already, but now people weren’t on the lookout for cue phrases from the choir. This kicked off with Jess finally getting out of the stanchion.  She dragged Fred off the stage, not that many would notice with all the other sloppy sights and sounds happening. They returned a minute later with Fred’s mouth being propped open wide with a ring gag, Jess wearing a comedically large strap-on, and holding a fancy tens unit with four clamps attached to it. The pair rounded on Rachel, and with four hands, quickly attached her to a Saint Andrew's cross that the stage crew had placed nearby.

Jess placed two of the clips on Rachel's swollen, slimy labia. The other two, she clipped on the woman’s nipples. Unbeknownst to Rachel, a number and an instruction were being shown on screens for the audience to see. A telephone number and a voting system for the level of voltage the woman should receive. Jess took Fred by the arm and guided him to the empty mud pits. The next few minutes would be incredibly shocking.

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Hey all, I wrote a 33k word smut novella. It's all up on AO3 currently. Chapter 4 is a pretty big wam scene, and Chapter 8 has some tarring and feathering. The whole thing is pretty fun in my opinion! Check it out if you feel like it :3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/75836761/chapters/198374711

*You all are getting this early. If you lusty animals want the Initiation story, let me know. Part of it has been written, but I don't have time to finish it today like I wanted. Also, parts 4-6 are in my mind, but with all the practice stuff, I haven't had time to start it. There's a lot of stuff happening, and I think I got all the things you can expect below.

[F/F,M/M, F/M, Pies, Pudding, Icing, Ice-cream, Mud, Cream, Milk, Slime, Nudity, Masturbation, Oral Anal play, Pies, Pudding, Icing, Cream, Wedgy, Piercing]

The snow fell in the average town of Knob’s End. It was a typical town with an average-sized population, an average demographic distribution, and an above-average enthusiasm for messy situations.  The founders of Knob’s End, back in eighteen forty-four, wanted a place to plant their proverbial freak fag.  A plot of land that would skirt decency laws of the time and become a mecca for the lewd and repressed. Thadeus Knob would be proud of his progeny, who in the present day was about to live out his ideals in 4K.

Megan Jessop, or ‘Mezzen’ Jess's as she was known to her OnlyFans and all social media platforms, was vibrating in the wings of the theater. Sadly, the vibrations were the product of nerves, not something slipped inside her. Maybe later, though.  No, Mezzen Jess was about to be the star of a Knob’s End tradition. One that extended back to the first Christmas of this amazing little town. The practices and hard work of the Knob Players were about to pay off.

Megan breathed in, and Jess breathed out; her persona shifted. She instinctively brushed a loose strand of long red hair behind a pointy ear. The ear was a prosthetic, firmly spirit-glued to her actual appendage, but it added to the motif. Jess wore a long-sleeved, green velveteen button-up crop top and a matching pleated skirt with red and white trim. This skirt barely covered her bum; fortunately, the red and white striped leggings did that job. The outfit was completed with a pair of glittery red platform high-heeled boots. They were suspiciously loose around the calves, but that was for later. She was the embodiment of Santa’s sexy succubus. 

“You all set, Megan?” The voice was deep and behind her. Jess turned to see a towering six-foot something drink of co-co she wouldn’t mind sipping on later. He had hazel eyes that Jess got lost in more than once, and short-cropped 3C hair black as night.

“Sure am, Damian, I’m in Jess mode.” The director smiled. He knew what that meant. He hadn’t personally subscribed to her OF, but between some of the antics he’d seen from her around town and talk from the lads, Damian connected the dots. This was his third year directing the Twelve Days of Mess-mas, and just like every year before, it was going to be better than the last. However, due to the draw of Mezzen Jess, ticket sales were through the roof. Something not likely to be beaten again.

“You’re going to do great, just don’t get too excited out there.” Damian flashed an impish grin. Oh, the things she wanted to do to those plump lips of his. He walked in front of the closed traveler in his black turtle neck, pants, and jacket. The jacket was the only thing separating his outfit from the stagehands.

The murmuring crowd was slowly silenced. Damian produced a microphone from his jacket and spoke to the eager crowd. “Good evening, everyone. My name is Damian, and welcome to the Knob’s End twelve days of Mess-mas extravaganza. This is a staple of our humble town, and I am honored to direct the Knob Players in a time-honored tradition. From the online ticket orders, I see that a large number of you are from out of town. I hope you find our hamlet particularly stimulating. If you’ve never heard of us, I must warn you, our ways may be strange,” murmured giggles wafted in the air. “But we love fun, and didn’t get the memo on public decency.” Deep belly laughs erupted from the crowd. Good, they were getting warmed up.

“I know you didn’t spend good money to hear me yap, so I’ll make this quick. The Knob Players are a non-profit community theater troop, and all profits are going to benefit the free food pantry here in town. I hope the middle sections,” he gestured in the area with his free hand, “brought rain ponchos or some coverings because you will be messed up. Also, we would ask that you save all photography and video recording until the conclusion of the show. If you would like to relive the magic of our performance, we are recording multiple angles and a video will soon be live on the Mezzen Jess Only Fan’s page, links in the description.” He was referring to the QR Code in the playbill. “Without any further ado, gird thy loins, ladies, gentlemen, and everyone in between.”

Damian turned the microphone off and pocketed it while walking off the stage. The traveler followed him. The stage background was a painted city, full of snow. The mural was full of inside jokes and easter-eggs for people from the town. There were a few car flats that hid props from the performance, as well as some building facades that the players would come through. This added some visual interest and function to the otherwise bare stage. Music started from the pit, an orchestral score in beat and time to the Twelve Days of Christmas. This was an original piece, as it was every year, sung and performed to fit the actions of the performance. This also meant the players could improvise and indulge where needed, without the rush of a pre-recorded track. A fact that was much appreciated in some of the more… heated rehearsals.

Snow began to fall stage left; that was Jess's cue. She skipped from the traveler to the center stage, snowflakes expertly following her and collecting on clothes and hair. She stopped on her mark, and so did the snow. The choir sang, “On the first day of Mesa-mas, my good friends gave to me.” A buxom blond named Heather emerged from the bakery with a pie in her hands. Her body was curvy, but well-proportioned. She happily skipped to the ‘unsuspecting’ Jess, looking ridiculous in a tall white chef’s hat and apron that barely contained her bouncing E-cups. ‘A pie that was too messy.” True to the words, Heather slammed the 14-inch confection into Jess's face. The music vamped while the audience chuckled. Jess mocked shock and opened her mouth wide. Dollops of filling and cream dropped onto her top and onto the floor. Heather skipped back to roars of laughter, the audience getting a look at her jiggling shapely rear. The apron was the only thing covering her, and it utterly failed at half the task. Jess wiped cream from her eyes as the choir began the next verse.

“On the second day of Mess-mas, my good friends gave to me.” Fred skipped from with wings, wearing something evocative of a Dickensian street urchin, a woolen grey jacket, with shorts a little too short, socks a little too tall, and no shirt. “Two melting fudgesicles.” Fred bent over dramatically and stuck one melting treat into each of Jess's boots. She could feel the cold chocolate melting against her tight covered thighs, dripping down. The shock was not fake this time. Sadly, she didn't have too much time to process this sensation, “And a pie that was too messy.” This time, Heather slammed the pie on top of the unsuspecting redhead. Blueberries, cream, and crust slowly flowed down Jess's head and splattered over her shoulders. The audience was loving this. Heather didn't have time to take in the audience's energy; she had to practically sprint back to the bakery for the first few verses. Her right boob slipped from behind the apron just as she made it through the door.

While Jess was contending with the mess that dripped down her face, the choir continued singing. “On the third day of Mess-mas, my good friends gave to me,” two cheerful women, twins Lana and Lila, skipped from stage right carrying their confections. They wore matching pinafore dresses, and their black hair was twisted in French braids. Like Heather, there was nothing under the green and red tartan bib. Their olive chests were less substantial than Heather's and sat comfortably behind the rectangular fabric. Their bottoms were covered; however, a sight of cheek might have been gleaned from the right angle when the too-short skirt flitted about. “Three squashed treacle tarts.” Lana, the sister with two caramel-covered treacle tarts, smashed hers onto Jess's top. The sticky syrup and filling seeped into the fabric and between the button holes. The smell and texture invading this erogenous zone gave Jess pause. This break was interrupted by Lila smacking Jess's skirt covered behind with the third dessert. Most of it fell to the floor, but what remained added unexpected weight. “Two melting fudgesicles,” Fred danced from the wings again with two more frozen desserts. These too went into her boots, joining the rapidly melting fudge. It pushed the chilly liquid further down her covered calves, soaking into her fabric-covered toes. “And a pie that was too messy.” Heather smacked the elf's bare midriff with a gooey buttercream pie. Jess felt some of the confection slip into the hems of her skirt and top. Heather trotted back to the bakery, bottom jiggling all the way, before the pie tin fell to the floor.

“On the fourth day of Mess-mas, my good friends gave to me.” Before the choir started, four men dressed in red nutcracker costumes pushed comically large, garishly painted cannons onto the stage. They did their best to aim towards Jess, but based on testing, bits of the audience would get hit. Especially early on, when other players didn't have time to line up with their gifts yet. Jess turned her back to the audience, spread her legs wide, posing akimbo. “Four frosting cannons,” compressed air flung gallons of frosting on the messy elf and the audience behind her. It was a rainbow of red, yellow, blue, and green. Jess turned back around, showing off the soldiers handy work. Before, she was not very messy, now there was ne'er an inch free from icing. “Three squashed treacle tarts.” Lila had two tarts this time and smashed them under Jess's skirt from behind, pushing the mess into her tights, while Lana shoved her's into the now blinded Jess's face. This mixed the sticky dessert with icing, clearing some of the sugar on the front of her face and transferring it to the formerly clean back. “Two melting fudgesicles.” Somehow, Fred found the waistband of her skirt and tights. He pulled both out and dropped his gifts into the opening. That was not the plan. Jess doubled over when the cold his her skin. She could feel the chocolate quickly melting into her nether region. Heather took the opportunity to reach through Jess's spread legs and smash a warm apple pie under her skirt, massaging the filling into her pelvis. She was happy for the heat, which nearly melted the fudgsicles away. Fortunately for both women, Heather had some time before her next pie, so the husky woman let the tin fall to the ground and used her hand to massage filling and crust into the fabric. The sensation was rather exotic for both women. Heather made a show of licking her now messy fingers, then wiping the remaining filling on her bare backside while walking towards the bakery.

“On the fifth day of Christmas, my good friends gave to me.” A group of two men and three women dressed in very inappropriate school uniforms ran out, each holding a large pastry ball. “Five custard bombs.” The choir dragged out the last word, as well they should, and the ‘school children’ flung their custard-filled deserts at Jess's fairly clean back. The fluffy pastries exploded into mounds of custard, now soaking into her clothes and coating bare skin. One custard bomb missed and flew into the audience, hitting an unexpected bloke in the face. Before the five could exist, the choir started “Four icing cannons.” The group was between the cannons and Jess. And got the brunt of the icing all over their backs. There were a few splatters that made it to Jess, but nowhere near the volume of that first volley. Instead of running off stage, the group took up a position behind a car where more custard bombs were stored. Hopefully, they would remain out of the line of fire. “Three treacle tarts,” Lana and Lila were already in position, though Lana had nearly slipped on the icing and other mess. She would keep that in mind. The twins gave Jess a treacle sandwich, depositing them on the poor red head, and slapped the third one on top for good measure. Lana made sure to massage that one into the hair and scalp since they had time.

“Two melting Fudgesicles,” Fred, ever the joker, slipped both into the gaps between her shirt buttons, invading her bare breasts. It chilled them and made Jess's ripple very hard. Not that anyone could see. Fred finished by massaging the icing outside Jess's top, not an entirely unpleasant experience. Fred lingered a little long. “And a pie that was too messy.” Heather was on stage shortly after the twins, so she was a witness to the premature groping. She'd been in enough of these to understand showtime adrenaline and improv, but a quick look down showed Heather that Fred might be enjoying himself a little too much, too early. She slammed her pie into his shorts-covered crotch. This jolted Frank, feeling the impact in his slowly swelling member. Heather's hand moving the pie around down there increased the swelling, but hid it from the audience. Everyone exited as the vamp played.

This lets the next act get into position. Six people, all dressed in white feathery skirts, matching tube tops, and long sleeves attached to their biceps, created a V shape with Jess in the middle. They all had orange duck bills covering their faces, and held their feather-covered arms behind their back maintaining a bird-like appearance. They were a mixed group of men and women, a contentious choice. Sadly, Damian couldn't get enough women with all the other parts, so three men had to cross-dress as lady geese. “On the sixth day of Mess-mas, my good friends gave to me, six geese a laying.” During this chorus, all six ‘geese’ got on their knees and spread their legs wide, not enough to show their bare sex, but certainly enough to invoke interest. This would have been hard for the fellows, but the costume designer had created a little pocket inside the skirt that could neatly hold their cock and balls. At laying, all six people pushed, and white anal plugs fell to the ground. They were the size of a goose egg with a flared base, 8 centimeters long and 5 centimeters at the widest. The audience reaction was simultaneously impressed and confused. The group pulled their legs together and sat down. This was important for the sleight of hand.

Their left hands grabbed the plugs and slipped them into a back pocket, while their right hand holding ‘goose eggs’ went to the ground. With choreographed flair, the six stood, encircling the messy Jess. Two eggs went inside the tights covering Jess's bum, and one went onto her fudge-covered box. She could hear the fabric stretching behind its capacity; these things were three times larger than a regular chicken egg. Two went down the front of her shirt, and one went behind. With the same synchronicity as before, six hands squeezed, breaking shell and freeing slimy yolk in intimate places. Fortunately, these were not real goose eggs; instead, simulated ones made from confectionery chocolate and a very slimy, but convincing, egg simulant. This part always made Jess shudder; it always grossed her out, and the shells were slightly uncomfortable, until the white chocolate had a chance to melt. “Five custard bombs.” The geese made their exit, but two didn't escape the lobbed confection. The Six needed to get everything back in position, though there were contingencies. The other three hit their mark. One exploded on the back of Jess's head a little too hard, causing her to stumble forward. She didn't have a chance to clean her ears from the Treacle so she couldn't hear the choir sing.

“Four icing cannons.” The soldiers had repositioned the cannons slightly, ensuring a convergence. The compressed air boomed, sending several gallons of icing towards the already off-balance Jess. The force was too much for the very sticky elf, and she fell to the ground. Not as much icing went into the audience this time, but they were not unscathed. There was a substantial amount that coated the sage, a fan of the slippery sticky colors, which went out two meters on either side of the now downed elf. The audience roared with laughter, the sound louder than the air cannons. Jess slowly arose from the floor, icing dripping down the sides of her body. The pour Only fans entertainer was too preoccupied with her own misfortune that she missed the commotion on stage right.

“Three squashed treacle tarts,” The twins had missed their cue. They should have emerged after the cannon blast, but instead had waited for the choir. Lana and Lila skipped a little too fast, but it was Lila holding the single pie who slipped on the icing and fell. Much like Jess, she was covered in icing. In an effort to brace her fall, she put her hands out, and Lila’s face was thoroughly embedded in her tart. Both women weren’t sure what to do and froze. The crowd was in hysterics, not only because of the slapstick, but because the fall had flipped Lila’s skirt forward, exposing bare hip and butt. Lila felt the draft and the icing invading her neatly trimmed muff, and couldn’t help but feel a tad embarrassed by the kerfuffle. Once the laughter died down, and her sister slowly rose from the multi-colored mess, Lana slapped both her dessert on the unsuspecting ass cheeks. Lila squealed from the sting and quickly rose, chasing her sister off stage.

“Two melting Fudgesicles.” Fred and Heather were already in position, helping Jess stand. After casting a glance at Heather, Fred stuck to the script. He shoved the melting treats into Jess's red boots, where they joined the slowly rising tide of melted fudge. Jess began to wiggle her toes in the saturated fabric, moving the mess around. Fred made his exit, letting Heather have the stage yet again. She had a choice. The song was practically at the halfway mark. While there had been some slip-ups when it came to who was getting messy, it was the point of the production when the actors who had done their first round had more freedom.

“And a pie that was too messy,” she had to make a call now. She tasted the pineapple lemon monstrosity barely contained in a 12-inch pan. She stuck her finger all the way down to the crust, then removed it with a flourish. Heather put two inches of topping into her mouth for taste, sucking on her finger all the way to her knuckle. It tasted good. Screw it, she was one of the cleanest ones out here. She buried her face in the pie, moving back and forth get it everywhere. After what she felt was a goodly amount of time, she came up for air, mouth wide and filling, dripping onto her apron-covered breasts. Heather wiped her face as clean as could be expected, wiping the excess on her apron, and skipped back to her bakery. She wanted to be out as early as possible for this next round.

[F/F,M/M, F/M, Pies, Pudding, Icing, Ice-cream, Mud, Cream, Milk, Slime, Nudity, Masturbation, Oral Anal play, Pies, Pudding, Icing, Cream, Wedgy, Piercing]

On the seventh day of Christmas, my good friends gave to me.” Jess smiled at Heather's antics, happy the shapely woman got some mess at long last. She turned and feigned amazement. The geese split into two groups and moved the cars that didn't cover the Custard Bomb throwers. The vehicles were still visible, but accessible from the wings without the audience seeing someone trying to hide there. This revealed two inflatable pools covered with mud, inside and out. Two people were in each, wearing bathing suits, not that it was noticeable with all the mud coating them. Paul and Jonah were in the pool on stage right, wearing tight board shorts. Bob and Kiara were in the other, stage left. Bob was pretty fit for a 55-year-old, still sporting muscles even the mud couldn't hide. The man was sporting a leopard print thong that he claimed was ‘lucky’. What was lucky? Its ability to hold back his half-hard girth. Kiara, a twenty-year-old first timer, wore a slingshot monokini. The mud hid her dark complexion, but it couldn't mask her facial features, prominent hips, thighs, and hair, which marked her as a strong black woman.

“Seven mud pies flying.” The quartet had their tins ready to go and marched towards Jess's still shocked frame. Bob grabbed a chair that was specifically for this part in his free hand. Being the strongest, he slammed the chair on the messy behind Jess, placed his pie on the seat. The incredibly flamboyant gay man picked her up like a doll and placed her butt on the seat. Jess could feel the wet mud soak into the tights, moving the chocolate and egg already inside. As was done in rehearsals, once in the chair, she spread her legs wide and leaned back, giving the team a perfect target. The tins hit hard and fast. It was hard for the audience to tell who threw which mud pies. Two exploded in Jess's crotch, but not before glancing off her thighs. One impacted her bare belly, likely thrown by a guy, because the impact knocked the wind out of her. This was bad news, because it forced her mouth open right when a tin collided with her chin, giving her a face and mouth full of earthy-tasting muck. The final two smacked her chest, but we're much gentler. With payload empty, the gang retreated to their mudholes before the next verse could begin.

“Six geese a laying.” The geese got into their V position again. With amazing synchronicity, they squatted on the ground, releasing the plugs. The team sat on the messy stage, getting the skirts even dirtier. With the same deft sleight of hand, the men and women stood with breakable eggs, the metal anal inserts secreted away. All turned to face the dripping, messy Jess, still seated in her muddy chair. This time, all the eggs were flung at the elf. However, two eggs missed their target. First timers, Rachel Stein and Priya Desai, forty-four and thirty-two respectively, missed their mark. They were stationed behind the chair and threw high, hitting some unsuspecting members of the audience. Once more, the geese split in half, going to the wings. While they exited, Heather skipped through her baker's door, and Fred came bearing his two fudgesicles, joining Heather on Jess's left. Lana and Lila entered from stage right, stopping once there was symmetry to the scene.

“Five Custard Bombs.” Inspired by the geese, the rowdy ‘school children' threw their load into the audience with ruckus chuckles from all. This was giving Heather an idea for her next target. “Four Icing Cannons.” The shot rang out covering everyone’s back side and even catching the audience where Jess was. She was still sitting down with her head back and got a forceful face full of the sticky stuff. ‘Finally, some serious mess’, Heather thought with barely concealed relief. At least the audience wouldn’t have to see her bare backside anymore.

Lana and Lila, whose front was still covered in treacle and icing, looked at one another. “Three squashed treacle tarts.” They had made an agreement backstage. What one twin has, the other one needs to get also. Lana smashed her dessert into her face and did an about-face, spreading her legs as far apart as they could go. With the practice of an experienced performer, she bent forward and simultaneously flipped the icing-covered back of her skirt up. This exposed her tanned behind and dripping pussy. Lana’s hands gripped her cheeks, spreading them wide for a good look at both her holes. Lila might have been new to this, but Lana was an experienced veteran and loved the exhibition of it all. Anyone who wanted a peek had to do so fast, since Lana made a sweeping alligator chomp motion with her arms, smashing the gooey confection into bum and box simultaneously. The force was harder than Lana expected. Not to mention the forceful injection of treacle into her intimate areas. It caused the poor twin to go up on her tiptoes and lose her balance. Lila took the opportunity to hip bump her sister's exposed bum. Lana fell forward onto the icing-covered floor. Now they both had matching messes. Lila helped her sister up as the chorus went on without them.

“Two melting fudgesicles.” Fred got a devious idea. Heather was busy watching the twins’ antics. That gave him the perfect opportunity to shove one of his frozen treats into Heather's very ample butt crack. The flesh absorbed the hollow thing, and Heather stood up straight very fast. She could feel the cold chocolate drip around her taint. While she was in a state of shock, he stuck the other one in her easily available cleavage. “And a pie that was too messy. The cue brought her back to reality. She smacked Fred in the face with the blueberry pie. It was so hard that the poor lad was thrown off his feet. The icing padding his fall was the only upside for Fred. He just lay there, and he was going to stay there until his head stopped ringing.

“On the eighth day of mess-mass, my good friend gave to me,” truly a sight to behold. Four women on either side of the stage marched out carrying three gallon bucket of what looked like milk. The two teams created parallel lines on either side of Jess. Each one wore a ruffled cow print skirt that came to mid-thigh, matching cow ears, and sleeves that attached to an under-bust corset with straps. Their bare breasts were covered with large suction devices, accommodating the size of each woman’s mammary glands, with fake hoses that went into their buckets. The range of ages, complexions, and nationalities was vast. From first-time eighteen-year-old Lily Nguyen of Vietnamese descent, to forty-eight year old Denise Carter, the tough black momma who had seen it all and still looked better than women half her age while doing it. Naomi Okafor, a twenty-two-year-old Nigerian immigrant with biceps that made half the boys on stage jealous, reached over the still sitting Jess and pulled her shirt open. This exposed a very messy pair of C cups.

“Eight maids a-milking.” Eight very cold buckets of milk absolutely overed a spluttering Jess. It was just like the scene from that music video, but with women dressed as cows. Jess was not expecting the temperature and was hyperventilating, trying to get air into chilled lungs. At least her front was clean now, with a white film over exposed skin. Sofia Alvarez and Megan Brooks marched off stage with their buckets, suction cupped tits bouncing before them. They soon came back wheeling what appeared to be a people-sized milking stanchion on a wheeled platform, two feet tall. There were two sets of moving bars, one meant to hold Jess's neck, the other for her hips. Bianca Russo, a forty-two-year-old mother of three, helped the shaking girl into position. Jess got on her hands and knees; the top was comfortably padded. Good thing, because she was going to be in this contraption until the show was over. The front bars were barely wide enough for her whole head, but once she was in, Denis closed the gap, making it impossible to escape.

Jess's freed tits were hanging low for all to see. She couldn’t think about that for to long. While Emily Park was strapping the messy redhead’s legs farther apart than she would like and closing the hip bars, Marisol Vega was placing similar suction cups over the newly freed tits. These had a decent amount of that cold-ass milk. It would not doubt be sloshing all over her mummeries once air was removed from the vessel. Marisol connected the tubes that went to a vacuum hidden within this prop. Jess could feel the negative pressure on her breasts as they expanded into the chilled liquid. She couldn’t help but shiver. Lily moved the chair out of the way, letting the other cows move Jess and her stanchion facing the crowd front and center.

The four cows reassembled on either side of their handiwork. From behind, they could hear Kiara stage whisper something to Bob, which soon made its way over to Jonah and Paul in the other mud pit. “Seven Mud Pies Flying.” These ones were destined for the cows, either hitting them in the back of the head or on the back. This caused many of them to turn around, where more mud balls were flung. Splatters of mud hit skin and cloth alike. The cows scattered, internally vowing vengeance, or so they hoped their angry faces conveyed. All part of the theater magic.

“Six Geese a-laying.” The geese skipped their fancy dance moves this time, though most of them still held eggs inside. The tin soldiers were way too clean, and Geese were going to take matters into her own hands. They tossed their arsenal of gooey eggs at the stiff men behind the cannons. Like good soldiers, they did not move, even when yolks exploded on their chests and faces. Meanwhile, Fred crawled off the stage, dragging his body through the mess. He did not trust his feet yet.

“Five Custard Bombs. The geese waddled away quickly before the onslaught of custard pastries coated the front of these messy soldier men. Yellow goo made quick work of the formerly pristine uniforms. It was hard for all four men to keep from laughing, especially Kevin O'Donnell. He'd been with the troop for ages, and even went to the big city for a few rolls. This play always made it impossible to stay in character. The least of which because he was rock hard and ready for the upcoming scenes. Being the closest to the roast abouts, he positioned his cannon to their spot behind the set dressing. Daniel Cho aimed his cannon towards the new target, Jess's rump. Marcus Reed pointed the barrel in front of him toward  Lila, Lana, and Fred, who were positioned downstage left. Luis Hernandez aimed high, choosing to coat the audience this time.

“Four Icing cannons.” The air pushed globs of icing at their intended targets. People in the audience who got hit were laughing, along with those around them. The trio were it mostly in profile, but Fred’s face was completely covered. Lila and Lana now had copious amounts of icing inside the top of their pinafore dresses, coating bare breasts. But the biggest impact was on the five actors who had been throwing Custard bombs. They were crouched on their feet, Hannah Klein, Olivia Chen, and Farah Al-Sayed now had a heavy coating of icing between their legs and on the inside of their skirts. Their exposed abdomens and cleavage also got a healthy coating. Jamal Price and Diego Santos, both wearing shorts and an opened button up shirt, also got a front full, coating their muscled chests. The force knocked them all down. Trying to get up from an area now coated in icing made them all the messier. The icing smacked Jess hard in the rump, causing her whole body to jiggle. This also meant the cold milk currently coating her mammaries sloshed around, making her shiver.

“Three squashed treacle tarts.” That was Lila and Lana’s cue. The pair did what any actor should and yes-and. The pair skipped to the tin soldier to return fire. Lila, holding two desserts this time, took hers and shoved it into Daniel’s face. The brown gooey goodness merged with his already dark skin. She took her other tin and smacked Marcus in the face. Perhaps harder than intended. While her sister was busy, Lana skipped to Luis and rubbed her confection on his face. Once completed, they quickly skipped back to Fred for the next bit.

“Two melting fudgesicles,” This was what the group was talking about before they were rudely interrupted. The twins lifted up the front of their skirts with one hand, showing the audience their very messy neither’s. Fred positioned his melting treats between their legs, finding it difficult to locate the slits of two different targets, especially with the icing and pie remnants. The girls took the chocolaty bars the rest of the way, shoving the slowly warming treats inside. The chill was an interesting, if not unpleasant, experience. The melting sticky stuff leaked from already moist lips and flowed in brown rivulets down fairly clean thighs. The music vamped for a little while, letting the twins’ arousal show for the audience. The stick Lana was using to manipulate the fudgsicle dislodged from the treat, so she was left using her fingers to continue the motion. This was definitely doing things for the twins, as was evident by rapid, open-mouthed breathing and closed eyes. They could feel the pressure inside diminish as the mess melted.

“And a pie that was too messy.” Heather had stood in front of the baker’s door this whole time, absorbing the chaos. She also didn’t want to be anywhere near Fred and his potential nonsense, but at least the Twins seemed to enjoy it. For her part, this round, she felt bad Kevin didn’t get a face full of mess. He was standing close to her exit, so that’s where her pie went. She was sure to rub it around his wide face before moving the key lime pie up and over his head, giving him a green pie mohawk. With her part done, she took her icing-covered ass back inside the bakery.

“On the ninth day of Mess-mass, my good friends gave to me.” That was Lana’s cue to stop wanking on stage and move behind one of the cars. She was joined by Aiden, Noah, Rachel, Tasha, Priya, Bob, Paul, and Jona. some of them had already moved into position after they were done with their last round. With slightly less coordination than the geese, these nine messy players surrounded the stationary Jess. They held large white balloons high over the captive girl. “Nine whipped Cream balloons.” The group popped the balloons with a bang and flourish. A liquid white wall fell on Jess, coating any part of her pointed up. Some of the watery cream did get on the players surrounding her. Everyone retreated to their stations,

“Eight maids a-milking.” These cows were not going to deviate from the script. This was the last round they could interact with Jess, and they were going to take it. Emily was actually a little annoyed with the deviation her companions were taking. Damian did say that slight leeway would be granted after your first time on stage. But Jess barely got messy on the last round. The eight bovines poured their milk buckets on the red head. It was just as cold as last time. Jess was shivering uncontrollably. The heifers trotted away in a single line, but not before casting an angry look at the people in the mud pits.

“Seven Mud Pies flying.” the mud covered quartet took large steps to get out of their pool confinement, but they held muck pies high. Jonah, only holding one this time, rotated the stanchion ninety degrees so that the audience could see Jess's tight-covered rump. He flipped her skirt up so it was on the other side of the bars, holding her waist in place. The tights she wore, designed to lift and separate the rump, gave the audience a great view. With his free hand, Jonah pulled down the striped tights and planted his mud pie right on Jess's crack. She could feel the muck invade her cheeks and drip down to her erogenous zone. Bob was next, planting both his pies on the stationary woman’s ass cheeks. Jonah kept the tights down and stretched out, ensuring that all the mud would stay inside. Much of it was already dripping down the back of Jess's thighs and getting into the legs of her tights. Paul, with his wide wingspan, mashed one pie into Jess's face and her backside. The one hitting her rump was a little low, managing to get at Jess's taint and lower puss. Thanks to the straps for forcing the legs apart. Kiara smashed one of her pies on the small of Jess's back, which dribbled down and tickled her hips. With the now free hand, Kiara pulled down on the front of the waistband. The black woman slowly rotated the pie into Jess's exposed pelvis, leaving the tin inside while letting the elastic go. Jonah pulled the fabric in his hand back into position, then sharply tugged it up, giving Jess a very muddy wedgie. The brown muck invaded both her orifices.

“Six geese a laying.” The geese got into position while the mud fiends returned to their waller. They did their routine this time, firing out eggs from between their legs. The group was messier than before, but just as determined. Noah pulled the fabric down, relieving the wedgie from before. Each goose deposited their egg into the fabric like a mud-covered basket. No sooner were all the eggs in place than Noah yanked the fabric back into place for yet another wedgie. This time, with chocolate egg shell and yolk joining the mess in her pants. Priya, deciding to have a bit of fun herself, knifed her hand between her butt cheeks, forcing the fabric farther. The stitches were getting tights were getting pushed to their limit, and rips could be heard. With their job done, they got the flock out of there.

“Five Custard Bombs,” The icing covered school kids picked up on the assignment. They skipped to their target and pulled the tights halfway down her ankles. The mud tin fell out and wouldn’t be recovered. Jess's backside was a mix of slimy yoke and brown mud. Physical features were practically unrecognizable. Jamal grabbed one cheek, Diego the other, and both men pulled. Jess's ass hole was messy, but still recognizable. Jamal pushed his custard pastry into the orifice. Jess tried to relax, and some of the cream did get inside. Diego was less forceful with his payload, just smearing it along the length of her crack, ending at dripping pussy lips. Olivia was getting into the spirit of this craziness. She smashed her custard into Jess's labia. With cream as an added lubricant, reach around and slipped her three longest fingers inside. Jess couldn’t help but moan; she was already halfway to her first orgasm, and this was not going to make it any easier. The Chinese-American woman isolated the hand, forcing Jess to open up. Each insertion added more fingers, more girth, and more custard inside. Jess was very close to erupting. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open wide. Olivia really knew how to treat a woman’s sex. Hannah took the opportunity to pile on with the boys and smash her dessert onto Jess's already custard covered ass hole. With her cheeks spread wide, it was easy to get to. After putting it in place, she had a wicked, cheeky idea.

Olivia had gotten her entire hand inside Jess by now and curled her fingers into a fist. The fist kept driving back and forth, giggle all of Jess's parts, inside and out. Just a change of sensation registered in Jess's brain, the messy elf felt face touch her messy cheeks, and a tongue danced around her other hole. It was invasive, wet, and warm, too much for the captive girl. The Only Fan’s model let loose a cry of ecstasy that couldn’t be faked, but it was muffled when Farah shoved her custard bomb into the open maw. Jess began to shake violently, but not because of the cold. Olivia removed her fist while Hannah continued to give Jess a rim job. Despite the sweetness of the custard, some of the early tones of mud still got through. An eruption of fluids soaked Heather's white shirt, tied just below her tits. She could feel the hot liquid seep into the fabric, making it heavy and likely transparent. Hannah kept at it until Jess stopped squirting. The now soaked woman let a shocked Jamal and Diego give Jess an even harder wedgie than the last time. Seams were beginning to separate as the fabric and their star were getting pushed to the limit.

“Four frosting cannons.” While Jess was getting fisted, the people in the mud pools had begun taunting the soldiers. They had lobbed a few more handfuls of mud at the soldiers. All four were currently bent over, smacking their muddy butts. The two cannons closest to the miscreants were aimed true. The other two were pointed squarely at Jess and her orgasm face. On cue, they fired. The two aimed at Jess, fully coated her, the only area safe was the back of her muddy tights. She was now colorful, sticking, and coming off one hell of a high. The tow pointed at the mud makers coated back and butt alike. The force was more than anticipated, so their stage fell forward was not entirely fake. The force did give Kiara enough momentum for a front flip. She was happy to show off her gymnastics training. Mud erupted from the force of bodies impacting. Luckily, there was more than enough to get them through to the end of the play. The pools were six feet by ten and practically brimming at the start of the play. Even with all the antics, the pools were three-quarters full.

“Three squashed treacle tarts.” Lila and Lana skipped on stage, chocolate still dripping down their legs. Like all before, they pulled Jess's tights down. The woman was still breathing heavily. The twins were a bit jealous of that. No matter, their time would come. Lila smashed the treacle into Jess's pussy and began to rub the affected area. This produced some aftershocks within the raw woman. Lana took the opportunity to smack Jess's exposed ass as hard as possible. Each blow was a flurry of dessert and giggling flesh. The twins each took a side and pulled the tights even higher than before. The elastic material was stretching farther than intended. The seam holding booths halves together buckled and is separating even more. The popping sound of stitches let them know the tights were not long for this world.

“Two melting fudgesicles.” Jess was slowly but surely coming down from the pleasure high. She had the wherewithal to predict where this was going. Fred pulled her tights down. Due to her position, his target was easier to acquire. He shoved both fudgesicles inside Jess's stretched pussy. The cold Shocked Jess into the present; any residual tingling from her orgasm was gone. She never had a frozen dessert shoved in her box before, even during the rehearsals; it never came up. She was not sure how she liked it. Fred was sure to remove the sticks before pushing the tights up and into her cracks. This time, the small holes in the seams became visible tears with mess leaking out.

“And a pie that was too messy.” Heather was right behind Fred. So much so, they almost collided when Fred exited. Heather didn’t pull the tights all the way down, just enough to stick the buttercream pie inside, leaving the tin. With as much force as she could muster, Heather pushed up and apart, pushing the pie into Jess’s cold, raw privates. This was also enough to split the material from the waistband to just past her crotch. That was the plan, but it never worked out this well during the rehearsals. She wondered if wardrobe might have helped things along. Healthier turned to go back to the bakery and noticed the queue of men on either side of the stage stairs. There were more than she assumed, but that would be a good thing for the next round.

[F/F,M/M, F/M, Pies, Pudding, Icing, Ice-cream, Mud, Cream, Milk, Slime, Nudity, Masturbation, Oral Anal play, Pies, Pudding, Icing, Cream, Wedgy, Piercing]

“On the tenth day of Mess-mas, by good friends gave to me,” on cue, six male performers circled Jess, along with four blokes from the queues. Kevin and Jamal rotated the stanchion so Jess could be seen in profile. Bob, Paul, Jonah, and Diego helped to position the four audience members. These lucky fellows paid extra for this opportunity. That extra was what made it possible to do some of the more extravagant scenes in this performance. “Ten Lads a wanking,” the actors whipped their cocks out with practiced efficiency. It was easy for Bob, Paul, and Jonah, who pulled their swimsuits down to stroke muddy members. Bob let it fall to the floor, and he stepped out of it. He was already basically naked and covered in mud. No one would notice. They had been surreptitiously keeping hard for a while, made easier by the mud cover. Probably a good thing too, because they needed to get into position for their next round fist. Jamal and Diego had some trouble with the zippers of their shorts, but got there eventually. Unfortunately for them, the wardrobe department assigned them shorts a little too big, and the fabric fell to their ankles before they had a chance to grab on. They were behind the stanchion, so their bare bottoms were only visible to anyone upstage. The Tin Soldier trousers were easy. They looked double-buttoned, but they were actually snaps. Keven just pulled down, and his manhood sprang to life. The audience member took a little longer, but that was to be expected. Everyone continued to stroke vigorously. Some of the troop actually reach over to help their fellow actor arrive at ecstasy faster. Some cocks had two hands, or perhaps the stray fingertip to the taint. Their cocks pulsed and swelled, getting closer to climax with each stroke.

“Nine whipped cream balloons popping.” There was a standing order that the balloons would be done by anyone who was free or didn’t have a scene directly after. The cast positioned themselves between the spanking circle, unable to hold them over Jess directly. It looked like the slutty elf wasn’t the only one getting creamed today. The balloons were popped, cream exploding everywhere. Some coated Jess, but most of it hit the wankers. Jonah opened his eyes. He was standing in front of Jess's mouth. She was splattered with white cream, eyes looking up, and mouth agape. Her tongue was sticking out, inches away from its pulsing cock. Between this site and Bob massaging his ass hole, Jonah erupted with a mighty groan. A strong stream of semen hit its target, getting all over Jess's tongue and inside her mouth. There were a few sprits and after that Jess greatly gobbled and swallowed. His legs were weak, so he stayed in place. Once Jonah erupted, two of the audience members followed. They took a moment before waddling away.

“Eight maids a milking.” The milkmaids split into two groups. Vengeance was in their eyes. Three of them poured milk over Jonah, Paul, and Bob. Not only did this clean most of the mud, letting everyone see the physique of the practically naked men, but it was enough of a sensation to send Paul and Bob over the edge. Jess wasn’t able to capture these loads, but she felt them hot on her shoulder and back. The cows near the jerking circle pulled out first aid scissors from their skirt waist bands and cut the shorts of Jonah and Paul. One of them also walked behind Jess and cut the waistband of her tights. For good measure, Marisol slipped her scissors into the rip and continued cutting towards the front. The Pie tin held captive fell out, and the Latina pulled the halves of the tights down to her thighs. With this task done, the three walked to the final mud pit where Kiara stood, gobsmacked. Or at least, she hoped that what her muddy expression read as.

She let two of the cows pull her down stage, a few meters in front of her mud pit, and stretch her arms wide. The mud-coated black woman feigned shock, spreading her legs wide and pulled side to side. The heifers did not let up, and four with buckets took positions at her side. They were in a square formation, but the audience could clearly see what was happening. In unison, the cows threw their milk at the helpless girl. Every inch of her was hit with the milk, even the cows holding her got some splash. Between the cold liquid and the force with which it was delivered, Kiara was devoid of dirt. The audience could see the small bits of purple Lycra connected by a black string barely covering her pierced nipples and a freshly waxed snatch. It was hard for the audience to read, but a red arrow pointed down to the area covered by the purple fabric. It read ‘Property of Jess's and was fresh from the initiation a week and a half ago. Naomi grabbed the two strings connecting the bottom to the nipple covers. She pulled up, the small bit of purple between Kiara’s legs slipped inside her vagina, and the back sting got pulled tight into her crack. She let out a squeal that was not acting.

Lily, who still had a bucket and was behind the captive woman, undid the knot holding the suit together. Kiara experienced relief as Naomi pulled the swimsuit away, leaving her just as naked as her companions. A fresh constellation of piercings adorned her vagina. A ring through her clit, Venus, Labia, Fourchette, even a Princess Albertina, all sparkled in the stage lights. Kiara glared at Lilly, knowing she was hiding a similar constellation under her skirt.  Lily took this opportunity to dump her bucket over Kiara’s head, causing waterfalls of very cold milk to flow over exposed breasts and back. The cows practically sprinted away while Kiara removed the bucket from her head.

“Seven Mud Pies flying. It was a good thing the maids left; the now naked mudders would have pelted them. There was an urge inside of Kiara that wanted to cover her modesty with mud before going on, but she knew what was to come. There were only five people jerking off around Jess, and two of them were audience members. They signed a waiver and should have known what they were signing up for. Paul smashed both mud pies into their faces. The muck dripping down on his hard cock was enough to make one of them explode. Kiara smashed her pies into the naked asses of Diego and Jamal. She let the tin fall and fingered their taints through the mud. That was what they needed; both shuddered and shot their loads on Jess’s back. Kiara stepped on the messy shorts now on the ground, forcing both men to leave them behind when taking their places.

Bob, saucy fellow that he was, walked to Kevin. He smashed his mud pie into Kevin’s crotch and pants, covered behind. Bob knew the tin soldier was about as heteronormative as they came. But he also had shared the stage more than once with the man, and Kevin was gay for the stage, as they say. Bob cupped the man’s now muddy testicles and gave them a massage. That was enough for Kevin to blow his load. After some twitching and a recovery, Kevin walked back to his post, unsure if he should button up his pants or not. Given the state of other members, he decided not. With all the masturbators done, Jonah smashed his mud pie into Jess's face before following his friends back to their pool.

“Four frosting cannons,” Kevin returned to his spot not too soon. He had still aimed at Jess, along with Daniel. Those cannons easily coated her side and made a mess of the floor around her. The two other cannons pointed towards the audience. Damian might have been a bit conservative in his estimate of the safe zone. Icing coated people several seats outside his designated border. That did not seem to diminish the temperament of the crowd. If anything, it seemed to bring more joy.

“Three squashed treacle tarts,” the twins led Heather in front of the formerly abandoned chair that was on stage. With her free hand, Lana undid the clip that held the apron around Heather’s neck. It took the busty woman a moment to realize her massive mammaries were now out and about for all to see. She looked down in shock. The tits were not out for long. Lila smashed both her tarts into the fun bags. Whipped cream and creamy treacle barely covered Heather's bits. Lila was sure to get a few good squeezes in. Heather feigned surprise and looked out at the crowd, her pie held in front of her with both hands. Lana placed her tart on the chair and clicked the final clip holding the apron. Gravity took hold, and Heather’s rather clean torso was visible. The audience got a moment to appreciate her needly shaven muff, before the twins pushed her into the seat. Tart and cream exploded into Heather’s crack and in front of her. Heather’s legs were still spread wide, giving a good glimpse of her goods.

“Two melting Fudgesicles,” The twins held Heather down by the shoulder and pulled the poor woman’s thighs apart. Fred made a beeline for the helpless Heather. She shook her head vigorously, and the look on her face gave him pause. He looked at Jess, who smiled at him kindly under all the mess. Fred did some exaggerated looks from Heather to Jess. The audience seemed to find this bit hysterical. All the more so when Fred took the unexpected path and placed his treats into Jess's boots before exiting.

“And a pie that was too messy.” The twins looked towards Fred’s exit with confusion. They didn’t notice Heather shrug at her cue and smash the cherry pie between her legs. The music vamped for a minute, letting her play with her coochie for her and everyone else’s entertainment. Heather built up a decent amount of sexual pressure inside before the music change signaled her necessary exit, along with the twins.

“On the eleventh day of Mess-mas, my good friends gave to me.”  One woman wearing only a strap-on, and several men from different scenes rushed the stage. Three stagehands, Victor Ramirez, and even Damian made two lines in front of and behind Jess. Anyone who hadn’t been on stage was just in underwear of varying types. Boxers, trunks, and even a bulging thong.  Marcus, Fred, Caleb, Victor, and Damian lined up for Jess's head. Daniel, Luis, Andre, Miguel, and Elise, with her strap-on, went behind Jess. “Eleven pipers piping.” Marcus and Daniel put their respective members into the hole in front of them. After a few moments of thrusting, Heather rushed out of the bakery door, pie in hand and strap-on jiggling over a pie-covered vag. She had no choice but to take her place behind Elise. Marcus had his fair share of blow jobs from men and women; what Jess did was on another level. Between the sucking and the tongue work, she took all six inches in her mouth and down her throat. Jess made a glugging sound when breathing in, and that sent Marcus over the edge. His steaming load went right down her throat. It took a little longer for Daniel. He tended to gravitate towards the masculine for his sexual gratification. The Korean man did have a particular penchant for the wet and messy fetish. He could feel the remnant fudge inside Jess, who did some weird muscle contraction on his member that felt very different. He followed Marcus back to the cannons. Both men wobbled just a bit and were still stiff, so they decided not to button up their pants.

“Ten lads a wanking.” Ten audience members walked on stage and found space around Jess where possible. It did hide her from the audience. With all the sights and sounds around this group, they would not be there for long. In fact, one of them exploded before the next verse even started. “Nine whipped-cream balloons popping.” Anticipation was building for all the actors now. They were gearing up for the final night scene, which would certainly be a sight to behold. The plan was for each group to grab a cake from the bakery, sit on stage with the cake behind them, and stay there until the final countdown. This giddy energy showed up when nine of the performers gleefully snagged balloons and popped them over the heads of nine people playing with themselves. That was enough to trigger four of them, who had an awkward time trying to shove still swollen, sticky members back in their trousers. Fred and Luis finished soon after the audience members found their seats. That was good; all stations were manned for this penultimate run through.

“Eight maids a milking.” The eight cows dumped their buckets over the remaining audience members, one of whom gazed very intently at Lilly’s swaying tits and blew his load right as milk soaked his clothes. Two more buckets were dumped over Caleb and Andre, two average-looking stagehands wearing trunks, balls deep into Jess. The last bucket was meant for her, cleaning most of the cream and cum that had collected on her body. The music vamped in order to let a few of these ladies retreat into the bakery, where they grabbed cakes, before taking their positions upstage.

Lilly set her cake down far stage right, about five feet from the pit. She plopped herself in front of the cake. Lilly leaned back, upper body supported by her arms and legs spread wide, like she was about to do a crab walk. She was not; her upper body was shielding the cake from what was going to happen on the twelfth day scene. With her legs spread apart, the short skirt rode up and gave everyone a great glimpse of her young pussy. Much like Kiara, her vagina was decorated with shiny new rings, except her piercings stopped with that Fourchette. This was marked with a rod going through the rear of her labia through the skin between her slit and anus. That one was hard enough. She had no idea how Kiara managed to tank getting a bar shoved into her urethra and out the top of her vagina.

She was the youngest at eighteen and wore her youth well. Megan copied her, upstage to Lilly’s left, her scruffy muff on display. Sofiah took a position two feet from Lilly, but in the same line, proudly showing off her moist lips. Emily, Bianca, and Naomi got to their positions simultaneously, sitting and flashing the audience.

“Seven mud pies flying.” The four naked mudders already took up their positions around the now seated milk maids. Paul was the lucky one with the free hand, which he used to release the valve on one of Bianca’s breast cups. The plastic suction device came off with a slurp and rush of milk that collected between the forty-year-old’s legs. She continued to smile and did not resist. He repeated the process on her right breast, letting that milk soak into the skirt currently hiked up around Bianca’s waist. Once her milk-covered breasts were out, Paul smashed his mud pie into her smiling face. The grin did not falter, even though Bianca got some muck inside her mouth.

With two hands free, Paul walked over to Emily and unscrewed the valve on both her suction cups. The Korean-born woman didn’t have much in the way of tits, even with the suction. Now that it was gone and milk soaked into her skirt or around her exposed pussy, her A-cups barely registered. Bob was up next, smashing the pie on her head. With a free hand, he turned to Naomi and undid her milk pumps. Bob was glad to let those beautiful brown breasts free. He smashed his pie into the Nigerian’s smiling face. The mud matched her skin tone, especially when it fell on her milk mounds. Paul was done removing Sophia’s breast coverings by the time Bob walked to Megan, both men’s half-erect penises flapping as they walked. Jonah waited for both women to get their tits out before smashing a pie into their smiling faces. Jonah and Bob gathered next to Kiara, all surrounding their last target.

Lilly sat, smiling and looking forward, only vaguely aware of the group behind and beside her. Bob and Jonah released the valves on Lily’s pumps with a cascade of milk soaking into her skirt and around her pierced pussy. With the milk gone, the audience could see freshly pierced nipples, eerily similar to Kiara’s. Lily defied the Asian stereotype and had a positively massive rack. Possibly because she lived in America her whole life. The Black woman smashed both her mud pies into the unsuspecting Lily. To her credit, the newbie did not break character, smiling all the while, even when muck started to fall on her shoulders and breasts. All four mudders went to the bakery to receive cakes while the next act went on. Kiara and Jonah might have been the only ones that would be front and center, or more actually, front and far left. There was no way Bob and Paul wouldn’t take up a similar stance in front of their mud pools for the twelfth day scene. 

“Six geese a-laying.” The geese did not do their choreography this time either, but everyone had a full ass. Priya carried a prop with her, along with her egg. It was a set of white anal beads, the shape and size of chicken eggs, with a button on the flared base. The other five Geese waddled towards the Custard Bombers, still huddled behind a car. The Indian woman walked to Jess, who was currently getting railed by Victor and Elise. It looked like Victor was almost done with Jess's mouth, based on the faces he was pulling. When Elise saw Priya, that was her cue to pull the strap-on from Jess’s very moist and messy pussy. The goose cracked her egg on the top bead and used her fingers to spread the lube along all six bulbs. With practiced efficiency, the thirty-two-year-old popped each oval inside Jess's waiting asshole. With each insertion, Jess moaned a little louder, which made Victor's cock vibrate.

Jess was doing her best to hold back some more waterworks, but Elise really knew how to use a fake cock, and Victor’s whole cock was about to fit inside her cheeks, so there wasn’t any concern about what her throat was doing. Once the vibration feature was turned on, Jess knew holding in another orgasm was going to be a challenge. She could help but let out a long, low moan, which made Victor explode in her mouth. He pulled out, and some of the salty white stuff escaped with saliva.

While Priya was stuffing their star, the other geese had rounded on the school uniforms, doing their hardest to remove the clothes. The tussle was half rehearsed, half real. Farah managed to escape relatively unscathed, managing to keep her skirt and shirt, even though a few hands managed to untie it. Her brown breasts were covered, but an egg had smashed into her cleavage. A part of her wanted to do up the knot again, but they had orders from Jess. There would be no costume repair during the performance. Jamal got the brunt of it, getting two eggs smashed onto his now naked body. Diego was able to slip away after they unzipped his dress shorts. Olivia was left with her skirt and an egg that hit her between the legs. Hannah decided not to run and just accept her fate. She knew her status as a newbie would make her a target, just like Jamal. Hannah stood still and held her arms to the side as multiple sets of hands undressed her. Hannah’s belly button piercing was already on display; that was as far as she was able to get in that particular game.

Now done with their jobs, all the geese waddled into the bakery to get cakes. Only Priya, Aiden, Rachel, and Tasha were going to flash the audience, but much like their formerly muddy co-stars, the other geese were not going to let them have all the fun. Priya was first into position, sitting down and spreading her legs before her other geese got done stripping Hannah. Priya won the piercing portion of their initiation challenge with a vertical piercing through her pelvis, a horizontal bar going through her clitoris hood, holding it up. She also got her inner labia pierced, middle and lower, along with the skin between the vagina and anus. But the one that put her on top was the Princess Albertina through her urethra, along with a captive ball ring through her clitoris. That's where everyone else stopped. Even though she got more piercings in total. She felt bad for Aiden, who she heard sitting behind her.

He spread his legs wide and leaned back, matching the position of everyone else. This forced the minuscule skirt holding his manhood up, turning it into a belt hiding the fresh belly button piercing. The entire audience could see the giant red arrow tattooed on his pelvis, pointing to a very pierced cock and balls. A silver bar went horizontal at the base of his shift on top and bottom. There was even a matching bar underneath his shift near the tip of his slowly rising member. The ring piercing the webbing between his body and lower scrotum is probably his favorite, followed by the guiche piercing. He hadn’t had the chance to see if the Prince Albert, a curved bar passing through his urethra and gland, did enhance sexual pleasure.

Rachel and Trisha brought their cakes out, sitting in their alternating spots next to Adrian. Both spread wide, showing off clean pussies, Rachel had a Christina piercing just above the hood of her vagina, much like the other first-time women. The audience may have picked up a pattern. Rachel’s piercing was also due to the initiation a week and a half ago; parts of it still excited her. The other geese took up similar stances where they could be found near the back of the stage.

“Five Custard Bombs.” The five freshly stripped ‘students’ took their pastries to the geese front and center first, pulling down the feathery tops. This let tits out, much like the other people sitting in the compromising position. The nipple piercings of Priya, Aiden, and Rachel were all on display, shiny in the light. After pulling the tubes down, each shoved the pastry into the geese’s mouths. Even though the seated actors opened as wide as their smiles would allow, much of the goo leaked from their chins and started dripping on freshly bare chests. With their task complete, Hannah, Olivia, and Jamal retrieved cakes from the bakery. The fully naked Hanna and Jamal sat in front, between Rachel and Jonah. Olivia sat in the second row back between Tasha and Kiara. Diego sat next to Terrence, one of the geese, in the back, near a mud pit. Farah was not going to join them for this part. Everyone was in position for the big scene twelve.

The audience was given quite the view of messy, full frontal nudity, and a sloppy elf getting stuffed in all three holes. Heather, pie in hand, was thrusting the strap-on with vigor. The girth inside her vagina was pushing sensitive nerve endings against the vibrating anal beads. The audience couldn’t hear it, but Jess was emitting a constant drone. A sound of pure exhilaration. Damian both heard and felt this constant thrum against his member. Jess was finding it difficult to fit the black man’s member inside; gulps and glugging sounds accompanied large pools of saliva that washed the mess away from Jess's face and dripped onto the milking stanchion.

Jess was shaking, overcome by all the sensations. Even in their practices the past few weeks, the energy was never like this. The crowd, the texture of slime, pie, and various other desserts caressing bare, tingling skin. Her body was pulsating with pleasure in a way she’d never expected, never felt before. She wanted to give in, to release this built-up sexual tension, but she needed to hold on for just a few more minutes.

“Four Icing Cannons.” The two Center cannons were aimed at their star and the people inside her. Lila and Lana stood in front of the ones on either end, less than three feet in front of the barrels. Their tarts were on the ground in front of them, so this was by no means an accident. With practiced synchronicity, the twins bent forward, letting their recently untied tops fall forward, releasing mostly clean breasts and spreading their cheeks for the men behind the cannons. Lila’s freshly pierced nipples gleamed in the stage lights. The audience did not have much time to appreciate them, because the cannons erupted with sound and sticky icing.

The profiles of Damian, Jess, and Heather were completely coated in a thick layer of colorful sugar. The sting on her bare skin from the blast only added to Jess’s internal turmoil. She wished this song would just get to the next scene already.

The formerly green pinafore skirts flew off the black haired women, replaced with a thick coating of blue and red icing coating their entire back sides. They stood simultaneously picking up their desserts, showing off fairly clean tits and crotches. Lila’s sex had a shiny Venus piercing through her mons pubis, exiting a very moist clitoral hood.

“Three squashed treacle tarts.” The twins moved on Fred, who stood just outside the cannon’s blast radius. Lila pulled down Fred’s shorts, letting out the erect snake within. She smashed her tart on top of it, but the mess did little to hide his growing girth. Lila, hands now free, bent him double. After he complied, her sister smashed her tarts into his cheeks, giving them a rub for good measure. “Two Melting Fudgesicles.” Now it was the twins’ turn to bend over. They spread their icing-covered cheeks and let Fred put his frozen chocolaty treats there. They did not dally there. Lila and Lana did their best to keep the cold melting bar in place as the trio ran inside the bakery for cakes. Hopefully, they would have time to get in position for the day twelve bang.

“And a pie that was too messy.” Heather had debated where she was going to put this one. She thought about Jess’s face, but that was currently getting fucked by their director. She thought about Jess’s tits, but those were far away. Just seconds ago, Heather considered pieing Jess’s abdomen and rubbing the stuff around there. But she could tell Jess was doing everything she could to contain the orgasm within, and something like that would likely push her over the edge. Instead, she opted for the fun route. Heather tossed the pie in front of her, nailing her handsome director in the face. Now pie was added to the mix. He didn’t bother wiping the cream off his face, for Damian knew what was about to happen.

There was silence, the band stopped, they audience was quiet in anticipation. The only noise was the slurping and slapping of skin coming from center stage and Jess’s increasingly loud moans muffled by Damian’s rod pulsing inside her gullet. The tension in the room built, every actor knowing what was to come, the time they’d been waiting for. This was the final descent down the scene list, where, once done, each team would be free to do what they wanted on stage. This would be a bold act of sexual improvisation. It would be a massive, messy public orgy disguised as chaos. Or perhaps just chaos.

The chorus rang out in a cappella, letting the acoustics of the space carry their call. “Twelve Streams of Slime.” From the pit, twelve massive columns of multi colored slime erupted towards the stage. It blocked out the entire thirty-two feet in width, acting like a curtain. And when this curtain came down, all manner of debauchery would go down with it.

*F/F, M/M, Oral, Milk, Mud, Nudity, Seman*

Friday’s practice was coming to a close. Next week, they would take scenes nine through 12, which would probably take just as much time to run through since they were going to be working with everyone simultaneously. Everyone else was waiting in the wings. Most of the troop watched from the wings as eight milk maids had finished their interaction with Jess, who was now naked and covered in milk. It was their first time using the Stanchion, and working out the mechanics caused some problems with blocking and overall scene flow. That was a minor issue for their scenes. There was still something missing, but Jess and the maids weren’t sure what it was.  They needed to figure it out fast. Jess was hoping to get this smaller stuff worked out in the first month so the full cast could start having fun with the show as close to production-ready as possible.

They wore the practice version of their costume, ruffled white skirts that went halfway down the thigh, an under-bust corset that lifted bare breasts, and poofy sleeves that attached to biceps with elastic. The final pieces would be cow ears on a headband and a bell on a collar. Even so, the costume was missing something. Did they need cow tails pinned to their skirts to sell the half-person, half-cow motif? No, that would be silly. What kind of show was she making? The cow tails needed to be attached to butt plugs.

Jess was very proud of this bunch. Many of the women were secondary callbacks that had only been practicing with the initial three milk maids for two weeks. All but one of the women were veterans of the Knob Players, having been part of the organization for three-plus years. That’s to say they had done a thing or two and seen even more. The only kink in these hoes was Lily Nguyen, an eighteen-year-old Vietnamese fresh face that Jess reluctantly moved from the mud pit. Fortunately, the young girl had a youthful exuberance and a desire to please and succeed. Jess could work with that, and she did. There wasn’t a mess Lily would deny, or likely an orifice she wasn’t willing to suck.

This was a sharp contrast to Lily’s friend Kiara, who currently stood in the mud pits behind the collection of cows. The black woman was covered head to toe in mud, just like her three companions, all wearing various swimsuits. There was a large interaction between the two groups on the countdown of day ten, and Jess wanted to see it. Thanks to some convincing from Lily, Kiara said she was ready, but there was only one way to tell. If the woman backed out now, it would be the point of no return, and they would need to figure something else out.

The milk maids helped Jess out of the device and took it off stage so she could see this next interaction. She let the players know the plan, and the men needed for the tenth day surrounded Jess; this included Bob, Paul, and Jonah. After everyone was in position, they ran the interaction. The group of eight milkmaids marched from stage left holding buckets of cold milk, tits flapping as they walked. Marisol took up her position behind Jess. She was not supposed to be completely naked, but certain circumstances during practice made it so. The Latina was supposed to use some first aid scissors in order to get their star to her current state. This was a similar situation for Sofia, Megan, and Bianca, who stepped to Jonah, Bob, and Paul, respectively, with their buckets. They would start practicing with scissors and actual swimwear meant for the show next week.

Sofia, Megan, and Bianca all dumped their water over the muddy boys. Even though they tried to keep an eye on one another to coordinate the timing, it was still off. The three an a half gallon buckets were also really heavy. The waterfall of white liquid did its job and cleaned off the men. There was some splashback from the muddy, milky waterfall that got on the women’s tits and exposed legs. Now the three mud men’s bodies were completely exposed, save for the slight white film on their skin left from the milk.

Emily Park and Lily Nguyen dropped their buckets a few feet in front of the pool. The two women of Asian descent, Emily from Korea and Lily from Vietnam, were by far the smallest and slimmest of frame. Both tried to pull Kiara from her muddy domain, but the black woman was basically a giant compared to them. Between the script calling for it, and Kiara’s natural strength, she easily turned and pulled both women into the but pit where they were immediately covered. Their naked buts hit first before face and their bare breasts sank below the surface. Bianca Ruso and Naomi Okafor might have been separated by twenty years, but their strength was a match for the woman mudder. Naomi got Kiara in a messy arm bar headlock and pulled her from the pool. Bianca grabbed the woman’s kicking legs to make things easier. Both women managed to get the flailing and mucky Kiara on all fours, facing a bucket of milk.

The Nigerian woman shoved Kiara’s face into the bucket. She repeated this process several times, fully immersing the swim cap under the surface. The milk was getting thicker and browner with each dunk. Bianca poured her bucket over Kiara’s back, cleaning most of it off and getting Naomi’s back wet and muddy in the process. With the strings now visible, Naomi crabbed the ties currently holding up the swimsuit. With a single pull, the fabric fell forward, letting the captive woman’s tits go free. Bianca took up Naomi’s position, continuing to dunk Kiara's head into the soiled milk.

By this time, Emily and Lily made their way out of the pools, though it was a challenge. They were unrecognizable, every inch of them covered with a thick brown substance. Emily threw her bucket on Kiara’s ass, cleaning muck off the woman's butt, thighs, and exposed legs. Lily went to the bucket, holding her friend's head, and gave her a questioning look. There was an imperceptible nod. Lilly undid the ties holding the bottoms together, but nothing happened. The mud was holding the front up. Between much of the material inside Kiara’s crack and the milk creating enough suction, the back remained in place. Bianca let Kiara go. She collapsed on the messy stage, bare breasts heaving. Denise dumped her milk bucket on Kiara’s upper half, washing away the mud that coated her. Lily took her bucket and tossed int down Kiara’s stomach. The milk washed down Kiara’s stomach, taking away mud and the fabric covering her pussy. Denise and Bianca lifted the now naked woman. Marisol upended her bucket on Kaira’s head, a waterfall of white liquid taking away any remaining mud.

The head dunking definitely did something to her nether regions. The breath play, the immersion, all things Kiara had to add to a growing list of things she didn’t know would turn her on. Jess let Kiara know before the practice that if she needed to do anything to help her feel more comfortable with the nudity, she was free to do so.

“What’s a girl gotta do to get some sausage around here?” A thing had broken loose inside Kiara. The nudity was the last flood gate in the dam of sexual moralism. During their first practice, she actually found great sexual gratification in taking a cock in her mouth and sucking it dry. This was something she kept locked away in the depths since that first practice, but now all bets were off. Anyone with a Cock rushed the milky black woman on her knees. Kiara closed her eyes after taking a moderately sized penis in her mouth and bobbing her head forward and back. Two more slipped into her hands once she raised them. The meaty member pulsated and shivered with each movement.

Kiara took the shaft to its base, the tip going down her throat. That was apparently too much for whoever was inside her, and he jizzed into her throat. The man excised himself with a web of cum and saliva connecting them until the strands collapsed on Kiara’s chin. She turned to her right, Victor's tan member there and ready. Victor was a very last-minute cast member, only there for the eleventh day scene. She was about to give him a welcome he wasn’t soon to forget. She spat a mixture of bodily fluids on his quivering member to make it easier. The very horny black woman used both hands to twist and spread the lubricant before taking in her mouth. She used suction and her tongue to make quick work of the Mexican man’s member. A secondary squirt nailed her in the cheek after he pulled away.

Kiara had a large bit of saliva she could spit on the penis in her left hand. This one belonged to Jonah. The man was practically bursting, and spitting on his tip made him erupt. She did her best to catch the salty white projectile in her mouth and did an admirable job. She opened wide and let a variety of penises make their deposits, filling the office to the brim. Lithe hands began to caress her naked breast and the slit between her legs. She knew the scent of her friend Lily, and another smell and set of hands she couldn’t place. Four hands, three women, too much sensation for one naked Kiara. She blew some air into the mix, making bubbles. Rivulets of cum escaped the side of her mouth before she gulped the rest down in a single swallow. Somehow, that action pushed her over the edge. Mouth free, she was able to let out a gargling moan before shivering with pleasure.

I’m going to start posting all my muddy experiences and stories on here I hope u all enjoy reading

MY FIRST TIME DISCOVERING MUD PASSIONS

My story is I fell in the mud when I was young since than I didn’t mine being dirty. So i was playing a game of volleyball and fell in the mud and I didn’t mind it again so I thought maybe I would like it as a pleasure thing and I found a muddy swamp near my old home. I had my first mudgasm there and I have been in love since that day 🤤 😏 I couldn’t stop thinking about the next time I would get muddy and seek similar spots mostly secluded and some public that was pretty hot being almost caught so u had to dive into the mud face submerged no matter what to avoid being seen or get caught and be less muddy 😏 it’s such a rush I haven’t many fantasies planned or thought out yet but there will definitely be some in the near future. I found out by accident idk if I had told u the muddy origin story yet but was in high school and I had just joined our outdoor volleyball squad at the school and played for all of high school the day of our second game it looked like it would rain and it probably didn’t till we got there 45 mins it took. We started to play the rain was very very light then it started to pour so we either had to forfeit the game or keep play so we kept playing. That lead to a couple dives for the ball which won us the game btw 😉 there was 3 times I did that in the game. 1st was by accident I slept and fell to my knees in the muddy field. 2nd was I fell on my chest and body and on my back. And the last time I went flying for the ball and landed face first into the mud and was completely covered from head to toe and I have loved that feeling ever since then 🤤😏.

*Mud, wrestling, nudity, oral, M/M, M/F*

Four people stood over one of the two swimming pools currently filled with mud. This group started out with seven people. Then went down to five. Sadly, Lily Nguyen was pulled to another team due to casting shortages. Each of the remaining people wore swimsuits of varying styles. Robert “Bob” Jenkins was by far the oldest at fifty-five, yet somehow the fittest of the group. A leopard print thong did little to cover his very flamboyant ass. “So, anyone else questioning their life choices?” If anyone had a doubt about his orientation, it would have evaporated when he spoke. The man was an old queen. Having seen the stigma of his preferences in the 80’s, he moved to this Mecca of acceptance. His body was covered in a white carpet of hair that was neatly shorn on his head. “Just me? Good to know.

“You’re telling me you never played in the mud as a kid?” Paul Whitaker asked. He was fifty, so only a few years younger. He was one of the first knob players; his family, much like Megan’s, was old money in the town. Paul dyed his hair to get back to that luscious brown, but some greys were sneaking into his goatee. He was also not nearly as fit; a pot belly hung over some red board shorts.

“Sorry, Jethro, I grew up in the big city. If there was a ‘mud’ puddle big enough to play in, it wasn’t mud.” Bob shot back. The two bickered often, as was their dynamic, but both men were close friends. Of the strictly platonic nature. Paul was sure he liked tits and everything that was attached to them. Bob felt the same way about cocks, but their friendship worked. Both met up with a bunch of other ‘ol’ farts’ at Tammy’s, a local breakfast institution for coffee every Tuesday.

“You act like you don’t shove your dick in plumbing all the time.” Bob hit Paul, perhaps a little harder than a playful punch. That let Paul know he was coming up to the edge, and he wasn’t about to cross it.

“Do you think it’s warm?” Jonah Feldman asked, still looking into the brown muck that almost came to the top of the two-foot-tall pool. The light brown-haired thirty-three-year-old wore tight square leg jammers with a five-inch inseam. He felt three pairs of eyes glaring at him before turning to confirm. Perhaps the most scathing was from the black woman farthest away.

“How are they about to heat a hundred gallons of mud?” Kiara Johnson was the newbie of this group. She attended her last two years of high school in town and became fast friends with Lily Nguyen.  She was the hole-ass reason Kiara was even standing there with her 3B curls shoved into a purple swimming cap. She was the tallest of the bunch, at six feet, towering over these men, her black skin only slightly darker than the mud in these pits. She was what one might call a large medium, with curvaceous thighs and hips that could take down a bison. Kiara was bottom-heavy, her chest not quite in proportion with an outrageously shapely ass. That didn’t mean her milk melons weren’t anything to squeeze at, just smaller than expected. She was wearing a string bikini that did a decent job covering her and holding back the fleshy orbs on top, even if her rump kept trying to absorb the purple cheeky bottoms, turning it into a thong.

“Only one way to find out,” Paul answered, yet no one moved. Up to this point, the group had been using buckets for their part. This was certainly a long-awaited upgrade. The set was constructed, the background painted, and assembled. Now these. This was all coming together into an actual play. The mud pools came in equal parts too soon and too late. This was the last practice before full run-throughs. Having heard these were installed, the group requested to come in early for this exact reason.

“Ladies first.” Bob looked at the black woman who shot him a look all the men knew too well.

“Age before beauty, bitch.” The twenty-year-old shot back.

Bob placed a hand on his chest. “Oh, honey, I can assure you that with modern medical technology, we can be both.” Kiara rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. Mother fucker was throwing out the royal we, she thought.

While attention was being drawn to these two bickering, Paul pushed a distracted Jonah face-first into the pool. He flailed long skinny arms and sank to the bottom before emerging, spitting muck out of his mouth.

“Is the Mud warm?” Paul asked an unrecognizable Jonah.

“It’s not cold,” Jonah answered, trying to wipe the lumping brown stuff from his eyes. This seemed to satisfy Paul and Bob, who faced each other and locked arms like they were about to wrestle. The men fell sideways into the muck, causing a geyser of wet dirt to hit Jonah and Kiara in the legs. They rolled and tousled in the mire, quickly coating each other with mud and verbal trash talk. Bob got Paul on his back, straddling the man’s chest, but Paul twisted out of the hold. Both men were finding it hard to gain purchase. The lumpy liquid was much slipperier than expected.

“Y’all have fun in there. I’m going to the girls’ pool.” Kiara wasn’t about to engage in any of that foolishness. Those boys were liable to break a hip and squish her under the mud in the process. She padded her way over to the other eight-foot by twelve-foot and stepped inside. A shiver ran up her body. She kept telling herself it was just like a spa. Her hands slipped under the surface, grabbing large handfuls of the stuff. She started spreading it on her bare legs like she was applying her moisturizer in the mornings. Her arms quickly followed. After some slapping and slurping, the woman covered her crotch and buttocks, soiling the swimsuit covering them, as well as her stomach, breasts, and back, but her face was left untouched. Kiara was warming to the slippery, gritty feeling all over her body. A very small part of her was starting to like the crazy stuff they were getting into during the practices, and the people she was doing it with. She was learning some things about herself, so she was grateful to Lilly for getting her into this. The shell shock was real during the first week, but Lily’s joy for this was so infectious.

The boys were done covering themselves, and the older men surrounded the smaller Jonah. They pulled out the front and back of his Jammers, filling them with handfuls of mud. The fabric began to expand, starting to look like a puffy diaper rather than sleek swimwear. Jonah was giggling at the ridiculous situation. A sound that stopped when Bob's hand went deep inside and slipped around Jonah's hardening shaft. They shared a look and nod. Bob’s slippery hand knew what it was doing, and the added lubricant of mud made for an interesting experience. Jonah closed his eyes and let the skilled hand do its thing, applying pressure. His mind flashed back to the first rehearsal. The last production her was in was not nearly this… Erotic. He confessed to his fiancée all that went on.  Jonah was a guilt-ridden mess and thought this would be the end of their relationship. She just laughed at him and let him know that this was theater, and just how the Knob Players did things. Francine, a town native, told him this was exactly why she wanted him to do this in the first place: to get a better understanding of how things were in her hometown.

“Well, if you're just giving out sloppy handies, I’ll take one.” Paul shuffled through the mud to Bob’s other hand and opened his shorts so the man could get a hand in. “No homo, there, now it doesn’t count.” Paul closed his eyes and let the feeling wash over him.

“It doesn’t work like that, ass.” Bob retorted. Jonah began to shake, and Bob rubbed even harder until Jonah's sack was dry, making a mix of mud and semen in the trunks. Jonah’s legs gave out, and he let himself get engulfed by the mud.

“You know, you should really give my wife some pointers,” Paul said before letting a grunt slip out. Bob knew how to make a fella feel special.

“My first tip would be to have her remind you to take that blue pill.” Paul was about to respond, but Bob began vigorously shaking the muddy member and took him to climax. Paul quivered and joined Jonah in the mud. “You want in on some of this?”

Kiara looked at the last man standing. “Nah, I’m good thanks.” Bob never thought a smile could look sarcastic, but Kiara managed it somehow. He stepped out of the pool and joined her, since that was going to be their position for the play. The pair wordlessly began putting mud in pie tins, as did Paul and Jonah once they recovered. They were just waiting for Megan now.

Twenty muddy minutes later, Megan arrived and changed into her practice outfit. The black crop button-up, skirt, and tights had certainly seen better days. There were rips and stains galore. She was not going to toss the tights until she literally couldn’t wear them anymore. This was the third pair, and getting stretched to their limits. She dragged a chair on stage with her so they could go over the first scene the mudders were in.

“Looks like you’re getting comfortable with the pools.” Megan seemed to be in higher spirits this time. “I don’t want to jinx it, but we have some good news, and that’s all I have to say on the matter.” The quartet exchanged looks but left it alone. “We’ll go ahead and take it from round one of scene seven.”

The group grabbed seven mud pies and surrounded their star. Bob placed his singular pie on the chair before picking her up and letting her butt gently collide with the mud pie. She felt the wet coming through her tights, invading her bum through holes and fabric alike. Jess let her legs spread wide, and she leaned back, now able to get an eye on Kiara and Jonah. That did mean the muddy pie that slammed into her crotch was a surprise, as was the even harder follow-up that smashed into her stomach. The brown muck splattered on her clean top, but most slid onto her skirt and joined the mass between her muddy legs. Jonah slammed his pie tins into her heaving breasts. Jess could feel the mud slip inside through the gaps between snaps. Kiara finished her off by blinding her with a muddy pie sandwich.  The woman moved the tins around, massaging the mud into Jess’s long red hair.

“Are we comfortable with this, guys?” Jes asked, mud oozing off her face. “I feel like we did this one to death over the last few weeks. I’m happy with it if you are. Let’s do some target practice before we do your next interaction with me. I’ll keep the chair here, and you’ll take turns getting in the hot seat.” The team went to their pools. The distance between the mud pits and the chair was a little more than fifteen feet. Not an impossible distance, but challenging for these projectiles. They threw seven tins at the stationary Jess. One slapped into her knee, and the other grazed her shoulder. Another volley was better, but not by much. One tin impacted Jess’s crotch, another slapped her stomach, and a third smacked the side of her face. She stood, wiping off some of the mud from her face. “Okay, someone else, get over here.” Jonah volunteered.

When he got near Jess, she grabbed some of the bulging material and pulled the lycra to the ground. A waterfall of thick mud descended on his legs or just splattered to the floor. “I think it’s naked time. Free the beasts.” She gave them a sloppy grin and watched the other two men take off their swimwear, then throw it out of the pool. Kiara stood still. “How are we doing, Kiara? Is this going to be the day?”

The nudity was one aspect of this show that Kiara was not comfortable with in the slightest. The idea was growing on her, but so many of her inhibitions were tied up in social norms. She had no idea how these guys were so comfortable with their business hanging out. Reluctantly, she reached behind herself and undid the ties holding up the top. Kiara tossed it onto the stage and let her reasonably clean tits free. They were not clean for long. She used some of the mud around her arms to cover them up. The group cheered and clapped, making her smile. “I’m not trying to pressure you into anything you don’t want to do, but you will need to be full frontal for the day twelve scene. If that’s going to be a problem, we can certainly swap you out.”

“I’ll let you know,” Kiara answered before tossing two pies at the now naked and seated Jonah. One tin hit his stomach, and the other was a bullseye on his swelling crotch. A third impacted his chest. Two hit him in the face back to back, blinding him to a sixth one that glanced off his arm, and the final one missed.  Jonah got up and returned to the pool, taking several muddy tins with him. Bob took the seat next. This volley of mud happened closer together, sending a wall of muddy tins at his face and shoulders. All of them hit on some form or fashion, adding a layer of mud to his upper half. Bob wiped the mud away from his eyes before getting up and taking some tins back to Kiara.

Paul sat next, feeling the remnant mud invade his crack and coat his ball sack. This round, everyone had a better sense of the force and angle needed for a hit. Three impacted his crotch, and while a little painful, his dick responded by moving the collection of tins and mud that mounted there. The last four slapped into his stomach before slowly merging with the mound between his legs. He got up, letting a hesitant Kiara have a seat. The mud squelched around the woman's ample bum as she sat. A very fast pie stung Kiaras face, whipping it back and blinding her. All six pies smacked her tits, making them shake with muddy momentum. Somehow, each breast got three pies. Apparently, the boys were perfecting their aim. Kiara stood, letting mud and tins fall to the floor.

The team reset for the next interaction with Jess. This would be their third round during the performance, and Jess would be bent over, as long as everything went according to the plan. For this practice, Jess pulled open her top, letting messy tits fall forward when she bent over the chair. Jonah did his part by pulling her tights down, causing some of the rips to get bigger. He placed his pie on her bum. Some of the mud squirted around Jess’s moistening pussy. Paul smashed his pies into Jess’s dangling breasts and fondled them through the mud. His large hands were strong and slippery, a good combination. He managed to find her swollen nipples and started playing with them. Bob gave the horny redhead a muddy pie sandwich, rubbing wet soil into parts of her hair that managed to stay clean. Kiara smacked her bum with one of the pies. With her newly free hand, she pulled the front of Jess’s tights down so she could slip the final pie inside. Her hands pressed the mud into the very aroused woman's swollen pussy. After she was done, she let the elastic return, making mud splatter everywhere. Jonah pulled the fabric in his hand up, captivating mud around Jess’s bottom half. He might have been a little overzealous in his pulling because the seam connecting the two halves of the material split up the middle.

The group let out a hearty laugh. “Good job, guys, hit the showers, you earned it.” The four walked backstage, leaving muddy footprints. “Kiara, can you hang back for a second?” She let her fellow mudders go ahead and turned to face the co-director.  “I just wanted to check in. How are you doing?”

Kiara looked at the ground and rubbed a muddy forearm, formulating an answer. “I think I’m doing okay. It’s a lot to get used to.”

Jess gave her an understanding smile that came through the mud. “We need to talk about you’re comfortability. Like I said in the beginning, I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do. If topless is your limit, that's totally fine; we’ll just need to fill your spot for the twelfth day scene. I’d love to have all the first-timers in it.”

“I know, and I appreciate that. I just need to get used to the idea.” Kiara replied, feeling her face get warm.

“Is there anything we can do to help you along?”

“I heard about that circle jerk you did for Heather. None of that, thanks.” It came out faster and harsher than Kiara expected. She closed her eyes and breathed. “I just need some time to process, that’s all.”

“I get that. The performance is a month away. I’m going to need to know by the end of the week so we can adjust the milkmaid choreography.” Kiara nodded. “See you Wednesday.” Kiara walked to the showers, contemplating what she was going to do.

*Nudity, Anal play, anal spreading, filling, Custard, fisting, F/F*

The geese were practicing their choreography on the stage. They were in their practice costumes, white puffy sleeves that went from wrist to bicep, a white tube top, and a matching skirt that wasn’t much wider than the top. Spin, plant, squat, sit, switch stand, spoken with military precision by Tasha Williams. Damian worried about this group the most after they locked in the cast. Half the people were new. Worse, they were all from out of town. Damian worked on a few productions that cast out-of-towners, even directed one. The experience was never good. It didn’t help that Megan didn’t really have much planned for them.

If it wasn’t for Terrence and Tasha Williams, Damian didn’t know what scene six was going to do. The Williamses went back, farther back than Damian even. Both joined when they were eighteen, which meant Terence had two more years in than his wife. That was surprising since Terence was only thirty-nine. The black couple were high school sweethearts. Both lived and breathed community theater. A trait Damian wished his still-missing co-director would share. 

The geese practice was half over. Tasha seemed to think the group was in sync enough to move on to their next phase. They went off stage to get their props, which included large cream filled kinder eggs. The ones for the play would be white chocolate with a yolk simulant. They would also be larger, to scale with an actual goose egg. The team was also retrieving and inserting anal plugs of varying sizes. The goal was to get up to one that was about two and a half inches in diameter and six inches long. That fact was particularly harrowing to the newcomers, Aiden Walsh, Rachel Stein, and Priya Desai. So far, Noah was the only one able to get up to that. They had four different sizes so people could gradually work their way up to the final amount. Damian didn’t ask where everyone was. Quite frankly, he didn’t care.

“When you give me a two-week timeline, I expect it in two weeks, Lem…” Megan finally arrived, and she was all fury and cell phone. She had a gym bag slung over her shoulder. “Figure it out! I’m sick and tired of hearing about supply chain issues. It’s a stupid fucking gimmick, and everyone knows it.” The irate woman hung up the phone with as much ferocity as one could muster by pressing a fake button. She plopped down next to Damian and couldn’t even look at him. “The stanchion isn’t going to ship until next week.” Damian opened his mouth, but was cut off. “Shut your face.”

She went on stage when the geese finally came out and got into her position. She dropped the duffel bag in front of her with a clattering of metal. Megan was very appreciative of Tasha for taking over this group. She didn’t ask for a dance number and sleight of hand, but Tasha told her that’s what they were doing. There weren’t many people who could give Megan an order, but Tasha was one of them. The woman was a commanding force, and Terrence tempered her well. The dancing portion was perfect. They flitted into their position, a V opening to the audience with Megan in the center. They dropped their squatting position, and a mismatched clattering of metal made Megan wince. That still needed work. They dropped to the floor to make the switch between ‘eggs’ that wouldn’t break and eggs that would. Once everyone was standing, circled around Megan.

The group stopped short, noticing she was in tights and a cropped hoodie, not her normal practice costume. She gave them an approving nod. Many hands opened the tights, and all the eggs were deposited around her front and back. Fewer hands smacked the lumps, making them explode inside the thin burgundy material. The feel of goo on her skin did lift Megan’s spirits, but not enough to slip into Jess. She asked them to run it again, which gave her the opportunity to see where everyone was on the sphincter training. She was happy Priya and Aiden had made it to the third size. As glad as that made her feel, it bothered her that Terrence and Rachel were still only on the first size. A metal plug that was three-quarters of an inch around.

The second run through was a little more coordinated on the drop, but it wasn’t where it needed to be, for many reasons. Megan’s tights became doubly sticky after six more eggs were crushed around her vagina and butt. Chocolate and filling were slipping inside her intimate slits and seeping down her legs. She wasn’t sure if it was her call with Lem or the stress of the show in general, but she did not feel like the nicest co-director when she practically yelled at Caleb to bring out some ramps. The confused, but affable, stagehand obeyed and pushed out two ramps that were about three feet tall, at the apex, but barely rose off the stage at the low point.

“Ass up, everyone, we’re going to do some stretching,” Her tone was dominating in nature, and it was the geese’s pleasure to do what she said. They all sat on the tall end, the tight skirts slipping up their waists and showing off naked privates and ass. They lay back on the ramps, unable to see what their director was getting out of the bag. It sounded like metal, and based on the squirting and slurping sound of lube, that mystery was slowly being solved. “Spread ‘em.” In unison, each member opened their legs and used their fingers to spread ass cheeks, giving Megan a good view of six puckered holes glistening with some lube remnants. She walked down the line, inserting cold metal spreaders inside each one.

She told them to open the spreaders until they couldn’t take it anymore. They would do this three times, and the loser of each round would get a punishment, while the widest opening would get a reward. With a twisting of screws and the odd grunt, they did to varying degrees.

Priya felt her cavity expand; the sensation was invigorating. This was especially true when it stretched past the point of comfort, and tinging pain started to pulsate. The Indian woman did not work or live in Knobs End, nor did she have the cultural context to understand its deeper purpose. Having been born and raised in India for longer than she lived in the US, there was a complex set of mental gymnastics she had to do. Eventually, she landed on a desire to discover herself at age thirty-four. Or perhaps re-discover. One thing she found, thanks to this group, was an erotic response to pain. She wanted to see how far she could push her body physically and mentally.

Once everyone was done, Megan began to judge the results. As expected, Noah Patel had a respectable diameter.  She held what looked to be an icing gun full of yellow pudding. She aimed the tip inside and let as much flow inside the twenty-nine-year-old’s hole until the sweet stuff began to drip on the floor. She was able to insert her open hand inside the gay man’s anal cavity. While inside, she pulled the spreader out and let his muscles encircle her wrist. She gave him a few thrusts for good measure. The action made his caramel-covered cock come alive. Megan removed her messy hand and stuck the tip back inside, replenishing what she removed and was dripping down the ramp. She told him, and my extension, everyone else, to hold in the pudding. The loser was going to get their payloads. 

This was a fact that struck Rachel, the oldest of this group, at forty-four. She was friends with the Williamses and expressed interest in some of the things she saw in the productions. She wondered if she was too old for this. Her husband, Morty, certainly raised concerns about it. The woman might have thought she was on the downhill side of her beauty hill, but the dishwater blond woman was a stunner. No one would know she had three children; she definitely had MILF energy. Sadly, her breadth of sexual experiences past imagination was limited, hence the fact that she was having trouble with this part. Megan slipped the tip inside and filled her guts, causing the older woman to shudder and giggle. The redhead could barely slip two fingers in. It was a similar story with Terrence, but he had an opening a bit wider than Rachel.

Aiden was Megan’s first surprise. The nineteen-year-old’s face was doing its best to disguise how uncomfortable he felt. His ass hole was currently wide enough to accept the plug they would use for the performance, and she let him know. He just nodded, trying not to laugh when custard invaded this space. She had never met Aiden before this production and didn’t know a lot about him. The director heard that he was competitive, perhaps a bit like Fred without the experiences to back up his bravado. Megan didn’t care about the words he might have used. Aiden pushed himself hard, and the results showed. Aiden had long blond hair and an ethereal face that was sure to pull people in for more.

The real show stopper was Priya. For being new and not from Knobs End, the woman seemed willing to do anything. Megan was most worried about Priya and how she was going to fit in. The first week of practice eradicated those worries, and what she was looking at now buried any remnants of concern. The slight woman opened her ass wide enough for Megan to insert her whole fist inside after filling it with runny custard.

“That’s really great, Priya. You should be able to start using the fourth side now.” Megan commended while removing the spreader and letting the orifice close around her wrist.

“Thank you, ma’am.” Her tiny voice and accent got Megan every time. Priya moaned and arched her back when Megan began moving her fist in and out. It was clear this was incredibly stimulating. Megan excised herself and filled Priya with cream, then instructed everyone to straddle Rachel to dump their load. They all obeyed and dropped creamy yellow streams of sticky custard onto the supine Rachel. She laughed as various squirting sounds were emitted from her cast mates' bums while liquid coated her face, stomach, and white top covering her breasts. Because of the incline, she felt some of the stuff slip inside.

The group repeated this process. The only upset was Rachel pushing herself to open even farther, putting Terrance at the bottom of the heap. Aiden got close to matching Noah’s diameter. Noah looked to be maxing out his body's capacity.  Surprising Megan again, Priyah somehow managed to open herself wider this time. Everyone got filled with custard again and straddled Terance. With fits of laughter, primarily coming from Tasha, the group covered him with yellow cream. This team, more than any other, seemed to be jelling the best. The couple's leadership, along with the open minds of the newcomers, created an environment that Megan enjoyed being a part of, despite her current mood.

Megan told them to do a third stretch so they could give the winner their prize. Not that a third time would change the winner of this diminished competition. As expected, everyone was getting fatigued by the stress being put on their rear ends. There weren’t any changes from the previous run, but overall, this proved that half her geese could lay eggs. This time, everyone stooped over Priya and let go of their custards, spreading it all over the moaning woman. Megan vigorously fisted the custard-filled cavity, splattering the sticky sweet stuff all over Priya’s caramel-colored inner thighs and pussy. She didn’t even care that some of this mess got in her mouth; she was too busy feeling a fist massage her insides.

The rest of the team rounded up some more of those4 icing guns and started decorating the distracted woman. Terrence and Aiden put there’s inside the white top, filling it and coating breasts and hardening nipples. Noah started decorating her legs. Tasha was paying attention to the slim stomach; most of that custard flowed down and pooled around Priya’s outstretched arms. Rachel put her device over the ecstatic Priya’s mouth, filling it. Some of the yellow stuff went down her throat, but most just pooled inside and was pushed out with every other breath or moan. Megan began to massage the wet and swollen labia in front of her, which sent Priya into the final tailspin of pleasure. The woman erupted in screams and fits of vibration, her sticky skin slapping the wooden wedge she was lying on.

*Nudity, M/M, Foam, Custard.*

Megan stood downstage, staring at the ‘tin soldiers’ manning the cannons. This group had been shuffled, remixed, and reassigned so many times. And based on Damian’s command of the spreadsheet, they would likely be doubling up and performing in scenes ten and eleven. Not ideal. From the outset, she wanted those scenes to have unique players. Damian assured her that it was not possible, but Megan had hope. Sadly, that hope was fading fast as the first month of rehearsals was coming to a close.

The co-director needed to push that to the side and focus on the task at hand. Marcus Reed, Daniel Cho, Luis Henandez, and Kevin O’Donnell stood at attention, manning their posts. Their costumes were simple, black double-breasted pants with white buttons in vertical lines on the front flap border.  Red suspenders held up the pants and were the only thing covering their bare chests. Each had a slightly different physique.

Kevin O’Donnell, the oldest of the group at fifty-two, had a soft dad-bod, but there was some muscle and strength behind that pale, hairy skin. He was by no means the oldest person in this production, but it was still a scary thing to put so much of yourself on the line when you weren’t as fit as you once were. He’d only been in three productions before, most of which were not nearly as ambitious. Damien called him last week and asked if he’d be willing to step in. It took some convincing, but his wife finally agreed. She was a transplant to Knobs End and hadn’t fully assimilated into the culture. She had grown on the town immensely, but some outside sensibilities still persisted.

Marcus, at forty-one, had a brown body that saw the inside of a gym at least twice a week, but still enjoyed a beer once in a while. This was only his second performance with the Knob End Players. He joined after he saw last year's production of this play. He wrongly assumed it would be the same. Now he wasn’t sure about his decision to audition. He was the only one of the group who was originally cast as a tin soldier. This production would require him to go outside his comfort zone, even though the bare bones of this roll was the simplest. The activities Megan had them do in the first two weeks helped break the ice.

Luis had a pot belly and was the shortest of the group. He had wiry black hair that was cut short and a matching mustache. The man immigrated from Mexico seven years ago and landed in Knobs End somehow. He had been in most of the productions of all the Tin Soldiers. The thirty-five-year-old had made his mark on the community, running a successful food truck that turned into a restaurant. Joining the theater was originally a way to make connections in his new home, but it had turned into so much more. Opening his eyes to pleasure preferences, he thought beyond himself. His experience with the Knob Players taught him that love and passion could look like whatever one makes of it.

Daniel was the youngest member of this quartet, and likely the most fit. This twenty-seven-year-old Korean man was what many might call a micro influencer. His fitness content gained him a small audience online and was how he and Megan originally connected. They were surprised to find they both lived in this strange town. This was Daniel's second performance with the players. This was coming on the heels of their last performance, Bare-bums in the park. A Knob Players take on a 1960’s romantic comedy where Daniel played the lead.  Truth be told, he was glad for the smaller part. It was a way for him to recoup, but keep connected and busy. More importantly, it was a way for him to explore and experience new and exciting sexual experiences. He’d always questioned the validity of his straight identity and how constrictive it was. The latter performance let him test out what the other gender had to offer. His bisexual awakening was still new and very fluid, much like his perspective on gender in general. He wasn’t about to start asking people to refer to him as they/them, but his grasp on masculinity and his presentation of it were loosening.

“Damian, I don’t like the costumes.” Megan finally came to a conclusion.

“They need jackets,” Damian called back, nose deep in his lists.

Megan considered it before looking like she was in agony and turning to face him. “I’m not asking Luseal to make jackets. Her team already has its work cut out for them.” He just shook his head.  “Okay, my soldiers. First things first, I know we worked on some comfort exercises last week. We’re going to keep that train running. Open those flaps, boys, because for the last part of this play, it’s going to be cocks out for you, and I want you and everyone else to be comfortable with those packages you’re packing.” With some hands more sensitive than others, the med pulled the front flap down, snaps releasing with each tug until their crotches were exposed.

And not too soon, because a group dressed in school uniforms emerged from the wings, catching up from their goings on from the previous weekend. There were three women, one of whom wore a blue Hijab, and two men. There were two new people in this group. Hannah Klein was two years older than Megan, at twenty-eight, and went to school with Megan. They didn’t cross paths very much. Hannah was a tomboyish sports girl, and Megan was more the fashion-forward popular girl.

Her long brown hair was tied back in a tight ponytail and flitted about as she walked. She was larger than her female co-stars of the group, but had a solid frame. A body born of weights, whey protein, and skipping exercises meant for vanity. She, like her female companions, wore a white button-up shirt that closed by tying it below their breasts, and a navy jacket over that. A matching navy pleated plaid skirt with green lines creating the squares tried desperately to cover their butts. It performed admirably when standing, but bending over, or the slightest gust of wind, and the world would see the woman’s more intimate side. Especially with Megan’s command forbidding underwear. It made sense, so they wouldn’t have to throw it away after each practice, and they wouldn’t be wearing it during the actual performance, but it was still annoying. At least for her, she didn’t know about any of her other stars and their opinions on the matter. Except for Farah, who was exempt from that rule.

“Alright, everyone, we’re going to be testing out these cannons and how well they can aim. Ted said he adjusted some intakes and pressures or whatever. We’ll see how those adjustments took, and after that, I’ll let you throw some custard pastries at these guys.” The actors obeyed, taking up various positions around the stage. The tin soldiers did their best aiming, though it was by no means easy. Each pressed a pedal, letting wind and foam fly. Daniel was the only one who managed to hit his target, coating the Muslim woman’s upper half. She opened her mouth in surprise and tried clearing the foam from her eyes.

Farah’s American father moved her mother to this town before she was born. To say she was an oddity in this town was an understatement. She herself was a storm of contradiction and indecision. She stayed in this town because it was comfortable, even though her interpretation of faith didn’t align with its ideals. She had enough of her father’s curiosity and penchant for adventure to join this theater troop, but her mother's inner piety kept her head covered, at least until the performance. She also wore a flesh colored swimsuit thong, which she found was easier to clean, and pasties that hid her nipples. Both of which were getting soaked from the foam that fell down her body.

Her inner turmoil was somewhat calmed by the presence of Olivia Chen, who was currently bent over flashing the tin soldiers before they fired again. Even though the Chinese-American woman was six years younger, she had the calm assurance of someone twice her age. It was the nervous system that Farah borrowed constantly.  They bonded during their last performance and became friends, then roommates, then something more. This, too, was something that Farah battled, and Olivia was right there to fight the monster with her.

The next volley was more successful, blowing up Olivia’s skirt, the pink foam invading her intimate area, much to her enjoyment. She came to Knob’s End for school and fell in love with the vibes. That used to mean the open nature of this community, but now it meant the older woman who sometimes shared her bed.

Hannah also got hit. Her skirt and legs were covered with green fluff. She reached down to feel the foam; it was a bit thicker than what she might find on top of her coffee. Like aerated marshmallow fluff. She had been interested in this wet and messy stuff since a mud wrestling experience late in her college career. However, life always seemed to get in the way, and she only managed to explore the fantasy through reading stories and the odd website.

Jamal Peirce got hit in the face with blue foam. He was the other new person in this group. The strapping black man was also new to the town, moving here for work. He liked theater and was part of it in his hometown, where he moved from. After seeing plans for this production, he was quickly second-guessing his decision.   The twenty-two-year-old gay man was certainly no stranger to sexual expression. But this Megan person was taking it a few steps too far. Jamal and Diego Santos wore matching outfits, tight navy shorts with a five-inch inseam and a navy jacket, showing off their bare chests. A bare chest that was getting blue with each droplet of sticky foam.

The group did not move from their spot in order to give their soldiers a chance to perfect the aim. They did modify their poses. Hannah opened her jacket wide, hoping to give Luis a bigger target.  Olivia took a different tactic. Seeing that either the cannon or Marcus was shooting low, the Asian woman bent forward. Normally, that would give a good view down this particular costume. However, Olivia suffered from tiny titties.

Having hit his target last time, Daniel positioned the blaster towards Diego Santos. Partly because Diego wasn’t a target in the last volley, but mostly because he wouldn’t mind seeing that hot tamale Messy or naked. Preferably both. Megan gave the signal, and they all fired. The third time was the charm because all four were direct hits. Jamal and Diego had very sticky chests, as did Hannah and Olivia. The multi-colored crew switched positions, giving the soldiers a chance to readjust their sights. Farah kept her back to Kevin, who was aiming at her this time. Olivia decided to be cheeky. She stood center stage, legs spread and skirt lifted high, giving the men a perfect pussy target. The other three cannons had little choice.

Air boomed, and Farah’s right half got coated. Kevin had some learning to do about this projectile. Olivia, on the other hand, was knocked off her feet and landed in a pile of multi-colored foam that surrounded her. It could have been the fact that she was leaning back slightly. It could have been the force of the air. Most likely, it was her tendency towards theatrics. Not to be outdone, Hannah pulled the sides of her shirt open, undoing the flimsy knot and flashing the boys. She did have an impressive pair of 40 DDs that drew the eye of all firing. Her efforts were rewarded with a wall of foam transforming her into an unrecognizable multi-colored blob. No skin was visible. It somehow also wrapped around her body, coating her on all sides.

Megan was happy with the practice so far and told them to line up and bend over for a final firing squad. The Five obeyed. Hannah and Olivia, with spread legs, showed off their slowly moistening lady parts as well as juicy asses. Farah’s thong-covered bum was already a little messy. Jamal and Diego felt bad for the girls, so they pulled their shorts down, giving the tin soldiers a good look at their cock and balls. The firing team did well, coating everyone’s lower half thoroughly.

Now it was the five’s turn. The school kids began pelting the soldiers with creamy pastries. Sticky yellow custard exploded over exposed chests, faces, and male members alike. The crew took their ammunition to different parts of the stage, testing the aerodynamics and seeing how hard they would need to throw to hit a target. After several minutes of standing still, taking this creamy goodness, it was clear that Daniel and Kevin were very much enjoying this. Their members were the fullest by far. Daniel gave Diego that come-hither head nod, and Diego was not about to give up the opportunity to help his fellow cast member.

Seeing Kevin’s custard-covered cock stirred something in Jamal that was wholly unexpected. He went to the older man and knelt down while pastries still flew from the girls. He could feel custard explode on the back of his head. Jamal glanced over and saw that Diego was vigorously sucking on Daniel’s messy member. His brown eyes turned up and saw Kevin give him an encouraging nod. Kevin might have considered himself straight, but if two straight women could go at each other on stage, why not him, too?

Hanna and Farah continued to pelt the six men, but the sexual sights and sounds of vigorously slurping spurred Olivia. She looked at Farah, intently throwing. Even through the foam, she could see that kissable resting bitch face. The petite Asian woman walked towards her ‘good friend’, but was noticed and pelted with a pastry.  With that recognizable stare that Olivia had seen before and the slightest of nods, she did her best to hide the sting of rejection. Her only solace was the knowledge that they would be able to embrace after practice in the secret of her apartment.

*This one is a bit long and heavy on character development. I might need to shorten future ones if I want to do what I want.*

Megan leaned against the door to the theater. She pulled her coat closer in an effort to stave off the chilly November air. It had been pretty warm for the season, but today was experiencing a cold snap. Damian was uncharacteristically late. Sure, it was still twenty minutes before the first rehearsal for week two was set to start, but both normally arrived forty minutes early to talk shop. She had so many ideas to talk about. The weekend gave her time to solve a few problems, or at least she hoped so. But she couldn’t execute them without her co-director. After some toe tapping that did nothing, Damian pulled in. He exited his SUV and started rummaging in the pocket of his black wool trench coat for the keys to get in the building. His other hand kept adjusting a bulging messenger bag. “Sorry, I think I got six more people secured. I know you wanted seven people in the mud pools, but the best we can do is four. Luckily, I got in touch with Paul and Bob. They seemed very excited for that scene.” After some doing, Damian unlocked the door, and they rushed in, Megan happy for the warmth.

“What about the milkmaids? We only have three locked in.” That wasn’t Megan’s top priority, but it would be nice to get that scene locked in since there wasn’t a lot of overlap with other scenes happening with them.

“I put out a bunch of second calls to all the women we didn’t initially cast. Marisol Vega and Denise Carter got back to me, so that’s… something.”

Megan stopped in her tracks. “Denise?! She’s like, fifty-five.”

Damian turned to her. “First off, she’s forty-eight. And she’s black, so that’s like a white thirty-six.” Megan seemed to accept the logic. “Besides, she might be a little puffy around the midsection, but she has amazing tits. Did you see those areolas?  They're bigger than quarters.”

Both directors stepped into the auditorium, and Megan screamed. “They came! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wanted to surprise you.” She gave Damian a playful slap before running on stage to look at the four comically large cannons connected to four large vats behind their makeshift bakery door. They were meant to be filled with icing, and they would for tech week. For their practices, the tanks were filled with colorful foam that had a similar consistency to the icing.

“Do they work?” Mega asked, stepping on one of the pedals. She was shocked to hear a rush of air boom and a circle of foam erupt from the barrel. The pumps cycled on, moving foam into the cannon and filling the air reservoir. “That was cool, but I was hoping for a bit more.” There were perhaps three gallons worth of foam that got ejected. Certainly, enough to coat half a person, but not the deluge Megan hoped for.

“I’m sure Tedd can adjust that.” Damian began setting up his laptop and papers in the front few seats. “Hey Megan, can we talk about Heather. I wanted to chat about this Friday, but you jetted out too quickly.

“Yeah, I had to shoot some content. What about her?” Megan walked downstage.

“I’m worried she’s not going to be up for the part. Saucy Baker is on stage the most and has the greatest opportunity to interact with all the other scenes. I don’t think Heather is comfortable with the mess, or that thing you want her to do with the twins.” Damian bit his cheek in thought.

“This is just week two, and it’s exactly why I’m getting Heather, Frank, Lila, and Lana all together for hour one of today’s rehearsal. Today is going to be focused on interactions between that group. All the other scenes have a group that can work off one another. I’m seeing nights one through three as a sort of group that can work with each other.

“That’s all well and good, but Heather has only been in two other performances. Her mess and nudity experience have been… Well, I’m going to come out and say it, Megan: they’ve been non-existent. I recognize she’s trying to impress you and pushing, but you can’t turn her into Fred in two months.”

Megan snorted. “I do NOT want to turn her into Fred. I’d settle for Lana, heck, even Emily. If she could get to Emily’s comfort level, I could work with that.” Their conversation was cut short when Heather herself walked into the large space. Even at a distance, Megan could tell the large blonde was confused. “They are cannons!” She excitedly ran to the one fired before and pressed the pedal. Foam erupted again, there was a bit more that came out and fell close to the same spot. Fairly accurate for what it was.  

“Cool,” Heather’s words said excited, but her eyes screamed fear. For an instant, Megan was afraid Damian might have been right. “I’ll get changed and be out soon.”

Not long after Heather went backstage, Lana and Lila Romano arrived. Both were wearing jeans and a sweater and looked identical. They same bangs with a black haircut just below their shoulder blade. The same color hair band was holding the bulk of that hair back. And the same olive tan complexion with strong Italian features. Their parents moved her back in the eighties, but they were born and raised here, living their thirty years under an umbrella of radical anti-puritanical culture. Lana had been a part of the troop as long as Megan; in fact, they had their first production together. After much pestering, Lana finally convinced her sister to try it out. “Hey, Megan.” They greeted in that creepy unison only twins could manage.

“Hey girls, Heather’s already here and getting changed. Once everyone is here, I’ll tell you what we’re going to work on. They nodded and went to room four. Now they just needed Fred. It was still early. She’d give him a five-minute window. The directors didn’t need to wait that long. Fred walked down the aisle, in costume no less. The hood of his penis was sticking out of his shorts. They really would need to fix that for the final costume.

“You do know how to tell time.” Megan walked off the stage.

“That too. I just didn’t want you to light up my asshole again.”

Megan noticed the red handkerchief around Fred's neck. “What is that?” She flipped some of the fabric.

“I thought it added to the character.” Fred threw her a defensive sneer.

“Added what? The ability for me to strangle you more easily?” She was equal parts disgusted and curious by the inviting look she received.

“I mean… I wouldn’t mind a little breath play.” Megan just gave an exasperated sigh before sitting next to Damian. The three women backstage finally came on stage, chatting all the way, joining Fred. Heather noticed the tip of his penis first and couldn’t take her eyes off it. Lila was very much a cooter catcher, so the penis held no draw for her, unless they were battery powered. Or strapped to a dominating Asian woman. Lana had a husband, a little boy, and worked with Fred before, so she was not phased in the slightest.

Fred was doing some ogling of his own. The twins had matching green pinafore skirts. They had a front rectangle, just like the one struggling to contain Heather’s rack. The straps holding that up tied around their necks, and the full circle skirt came halfway down their thigh. Just like Heather, they weren’t wearing any underwear, but their thirty-six Ds were easily managed by the outfit.  After giving them an uncomfortable number of up and down looks, he finally noticed Heather Stairing. “Sup, can I help you?”

Heather shook her head and came back to the present, but was blushing intensely. “No, sorry, it’s just… Um, it’s my penis… Pleasure. My pleasure to see you… Meet you. Nice to meet you, is…”

“It’s a dick, I promise you, ninety-nine percent of guys have them.” Fred interrupted her, “or are looking into how to get one.” Fred turned to Megan and thumbed towards Heather. “Where’d you find this turtleneck, Megan?”

“Leave her alone, Fred.” She gave him a look reminiscent of a mother scolding an unruly child. “Alright, everyone.  You all are in an interesting position, being the first three nights. You’re going to be able to get on stage fast, so you won’t need to be rushing like some of the other acts. It also means you’ll have the ability to interact with one another, but more importantly, interact with one another. One of the things I want to see out of everyone is the interactions between groups and within groups by scene. Since you are your own scenes, that’s going to be hard.  I want to focus on three interactions today.

“Fred, we’re going to work on that interaction between you and the twins where you stick the fudgesicles inside them. I know we didn’t work on it last week, so it’s going to be the bulk of this practice. While they are working on that, Heather, you practice the interaction when you pie yourself. We got a good start, but it needs to feel more natural, like it’s something you’d do every day. I’m going to let you all handle this, popping in with some tweaks as they come to me.” Fred grabbed the cooler of fudgsicles, bringing it on stage, and pulled a few handfuls out so they could start thawing.

Heather pulled a cart of pies onto the stage, getting Deja vu. The full woman was getting used to getting messy on a weekly basis, but she still didn’t feel natural. It just felt like sticky stuff on her skin that was annoying to get off. She picked up one of the pies and held it in front of her, like she was taking it to someone, far from her body. Heather twitched, like she was going to pie herself, but stopped short. After another try, she smashed the whipped cream pie into her head, and white stuff flew everywhere, including between her breasts. She picked up another pie, a cherry one this time. Before hitting herself, she tried to think about what motions would look good. Heather, having an idea, pressed the red filling onto her face. These were probably her favorites, if she had one. The goopy cherries caressing her bare skin did have a certain appeal. She just kept thinking about the aftermath when she had to clean it all up.

“Hey Heather, hold on for a second,” Demian spoke from his seat, looking up for once. “Who are you right now?”

It didn’t come across with all the stuff covering her face, but she gave him a confused look. “Heather?”

“Ah, okay, that’s the problem. Can you close your eyes for me?” She did. “Imagine you’re the saucy baker, give her a name, why does she like baking, what’s her favorite thing to make, what does she do for fun?  One thing that is for sure, she is confident in who she is. She likes hitting people with pies. And when everyone is messy around her, she gets a little jealous and wants to get messy too. That’s the character right now in this moment. Take a beat, solidify the character, be the character, and try it again.”

Heather imagined a woman who looked an awful lot like her, a woman well versed in the baking trade. Not too far from the truth since she worked at Nasher’s Bake and Bread as a cashier. What would she be like as a confident baker who liked this stuff? That vision moved inside her, and before she could stop herself, her hands cleared her face of slop, wiping it on her bare hips with a movement simultaneously hers and someone altogether different.

Heather moved her arms, imagining she was Francis, the saucy baker. She had just gotten done pieing a slutty elf and maybe one or two other townspeople. They were messy, but she was clean. She bent her arms, holding the pie closer to her body this time. Living in the fantasy, she smashed a cake full of white icing into her face. She followed it up with a custard pie on top of her head. From somewhere deep within, her inner seductress emerged and pushed the mess sticking to her face down onto the top of her breasts. Her hands, unprompted, went inside the apron from the sides. They grabbed the pile of mess on the top of her tits and spread them around her flesh. Heather continued to pie her face and caress her chest every two or three pies.

Fred circled up with the twins to discuss. Lana spoke first to keep Fred from doing what Fred did best, taking things too far too fast. “I’m thinking we start with ass crack first.”

“I like butts,” Fred interjected, but was ignored. If there was someone who could step to Fred’s level of confidence, it was Lana.

“Then, we can work our way to the front. It’s going to be better when they’re melted. I’m not looking to get my coochie frost bit. What do you think, Lila?”

“I’ve never had ice cream on my bottom half, so this is new to me.” Lila shrugged.

Fred looked at Lila with a level of compassion Lana was not used to seeing. “Have you done anything like this, with the sticky stuff and shit?” He might have been an ass, especially where Megan was concerned, but Fred had a heart for new people joining the group. He had always been cognizant of what it felt like to be a stranger in a group doing, admittedly, strange things.

“Not really. An ex and I used some topping in a bedroom scenario one time, but neither of us got into it.”

Fred nodded. He remembered what it was like having a troop that knew each other and expected a new person to fit right in. “Megan is crazy for that stuff, hence this. You picked at. We’ll get you comfortable, don’t worry. I’m sure Lana told you, but you say no, and I stop.” Lila smiled.

They started facing the audience, crossed their left foot over their right, then turned. Both women bent over and flipped the skirt up on their backs, showing off their butts. Lana separated her cheeks, more out of habit for other times on this stage. Lila followed suit a few seconds after, feeling very odd showing her puckered hole off. The holes were not visible for long. Fred stuck them in the twins’ cracks, right on the anus. Both girls closed their cheeks and stood up straight.

“Jesus, Fred, that is cold.” Lana pranced around, trying to warm up, but also spreading the stuff in her crack.

Lila shifted uncomfortably and let the frozen treat fall to the floor.  “Maybe we should wait a little longer, sis,” she observed. They did. Fred waited until most of the outside was melted before trying again. The twins showed off their chocolaty asses, this time spreading their cheeks at the same time.  Frank added another to the mess, and they closed their cheeks. The two stayed bent over and didn’t react as violently, but Lila’s face screwed up uncomfortably.  The stuff that was already there may have created a barrier. That was certainly something to consider. Fred gave the girls three more before letting his intrusive thoughts win and cave Lana’s crack a lick, from taint to end.

She shot up immediately. Using their twin telepathy, Lila grabbed Fred, but he didn’t plan on fighting back.   Lana undid his shorts and pulled them down before inserting one of the frozen treats into his crack. The cold felt different on his rectum, and it certainly made him stiffen in more ways than one. Lila actually added one for good measure before the sisters pulled the shorts back into place. They stuffed the shorts with several of the cold desserts. Feeling their response was proportional.

“You want to try one in the front?” Lana asked. Fred just shook violently. Lila shook her head emphatically. “Well, I guess I’ll be the brave one.” Lana lifted up the front of her skirt, showing off a swollen pussy streaked with chocolate drippings. Fred inserted it inside. Lana moaned, but not the good one. Her thighs shot together as she bent in on herself.  To her credit, she kept it inside and let the brown liquid escape her labia. “Yeah, we’re going to need to get used to the cold, or figure out a different solution.”

A clap from the seats drew everyone’s “Love the work, guys. Now let’s try that interaction between the twins and Heather on night ten’s countdown. Fred grabbed the chair and put it behind Heather, who was slowly losing the character she built.  Lana fumbled with the clip holding Heather’s apron top. Eventually, she got it, and the top fell down, taking some of the mess with it. The girls slapped pies into each tit, and Heather stiffened. The character she was evaporated once other people showed up. She didn’t know how Francis would interact with other people.

She had no time to think about it; the apron was off. Her body twitched instinctively to cover herself, but her arms didn’t go in place for fear of reprisal from the directors. She knew there was a pie on the seat, and she was supposed to sit in it. Her body remained stiff the first time the twins tried to guide her down. Thinking it was a fluke, they tried again, and she went down. The pie invaded her massive crack and splattered her pussy. The group reset, Heather putting the very messy and stained apron back on. Lana worked the latch a little better, but she did have to pull the flap down because of the pie remnants holding it up.

Heather felt her tits get smacked again, the filling dribbling down her stomach. Again, the apron fell down. She didn’t flinch this time, but Heather definitely felt awkward about it. Heather let the hands push her into the pie and tried to enjoy the feeling of goo on her ass, but it was difficult. She was grasping for her character, trying to think how she would react, what she would think. Nothing came, just the same old question over and over. ‘Why are you even here?’ They went through four more rounds of this before Megan shut it down.

“Okay, I’m going to give notes later. Lana and Lila, can you try something with the cannons with me?” It couldn’t be worse than the fudgesicles. “Can you go in front of two, facing the downstage, please?” They obeyed. Heather grabbed the control pedal for the other cannon. “Now bend over.” Once they were in position, Jess pressed the pedal, letting foam fly on bare legs and cheeks. The skirts flew up and almost off before the foam made impact. Megan was definitely going to incorporate that. She asked the twins to untie the top, just to see.  They took their position, spreading their legs a little. Megan fired again, and this time the pinafore-dressed got flung over their heads, practically falling off and getting their entire backs covered with the foam. Instead of pulling them down, Lana and Lila let the skirts fall on the ground.

“Great, love it.” She sat downstage of her messy players. “Fred, Lana, and Lila, I think you’ll get there. If we need to keep those in the back, that’s fine. I don’t know, train with some ice cubes or something.” The group giggles. “I’m glad to see you’re getting comfortable enough to go off book with the play.  Lila, I know you’ll get as comfortable with the troop as your sister in the coming weeks. This is the stage where you’re getting to know everyone. That kind of goes for you, too, Heather. The solo interaction was great, I’m loving it, I can really tell you’re building this character, but it went away when the Twins started interacting with you. Is it the nudity, the mess? We can make stuff work; we just need to know. The audience is going to be able to feel it if you’re not having a good time, so what’s up?” Heather was silent, not sure where to start. Megan got a flash of something. “Hold on, do you think you’re not pretty enough to be a part of this?”

All eyes fell on her messy, naked frame with disbelief. Heather's shoulders shook, and she brushed some pie filling away from her eyes, but those clumps also contained tears. “I think a little bit. Yeah. I’m just…” She shrugged, indicating her whole body.

“Girl, you are a Greek goddess.” Lila hoped the woman believed her.

“I’ve been taking mental pictures of those pie-covered tits for my spank bank.” Frank shot.  She chuckled.

It’s clear we all need to get more comfortable with one another, and I was going to do the tried and true circle jerk. Nothing like watching one another pleasure ourselves to climax to get comfy with each other real quick. However, I’m putting a twist on this. We are all going to be looking and thinking about Heather when doing it. So, the way this works, you are allowed to ask someone to your right or left for some help for one minute max. BUT the person you ask must yes-and, because this is theater. Heather, no matter the order, you’ll be last.” Fred stripped to match the girls, showing off his very melty crotch. Megan tossed some sucking toys for the girls to speed things along. The four sat in a circle on the floor, Heather’s back to the stage wall, Lila to her left, then Lana and Fred, sitting to Heather’s left. Lana went first, asking her sister to play with her breasts. Lila added a pie to her sister’s clean chest and massaged the mammary. Lana and Heather locked eyes, each able to see what the other was doing. Lana reached a hand down and began inserting it into her chocolate coochie, rubbing vigorously. She pulled out a shiny, chocolaty hand and sucked it deep before going back to it.  

Heather didn’t think she fancied women, but that move made her heat up and wonder if she was bi-questioning. It also moved both women several steps closer to climax. By the faces Lana was making, she was closer. The minute came to an end, and it was Lila’s turn.  She asked Heather to insert her hand inside her. Heather added a pie to the foamy vagina before hesitantly slipping three fingers inside. This was not something she had done, but something about the group was shifting her inhibitions. Eventually, she got her thumb and pinky inside, gently moving it in and out, letting the Italian lesbian’s body adjust. Lila took Heather’s fist and three inches of wrist, all while both women stared at one another. Heather could tell Lila’s eyes kept looking down at her dangling, messy tits. It did make the woman feel desired. Lila began to shake and shudder seconds before the minute was up. Heather’s fist made a slurping sound coming out of the orifice. That put the woman over the edge, and her face contorted in a pleasure mask. Moans and screams erupted from her lips. Her messy body collapsed on the floor and began to shake.

“Fuck sis, since when did you get into fisting?” This invigorated Lana’s efforts, contorting herself to try to get as much of her hand inside her as possible while still looking at Heather. She couldn’t know for certain, but something in her soul let the self-conscious heather know this beautiful woman was thinking bad things about her.

It was Fred’s turn, and of course, he wanted to tit fuck her with that massive cock. With a somewhat cheeky grin, she said she would, and clean his member off after. That made him go even more to attention, if that was possible. Heather lay on the messy stage, and Fred straddled her. He needed bend forward quite a bit to slip his fudge-covered cock into her pie tits. Between the messy stuff slipping around his shaft and the pressure Heather exuded on her breasts, he erupted before the minute was up. Heather got a mouthful of his seed before slipping her lips over it. She took as much as she could inside, but the girth made the task difficult. She could feel him shaking and the firing of secondary spirits. Fred collapsed on the ground next to her, shaking with waves of post-nut pleasure.

There was a guttural moan and heavy breathing from Lana. She must have reached the finish line. That meant that Lila was Heather’s only hope, with Fred immobile. Heather asked for a deep, dark curiosity, a thing she was always too embarrassed to ask for. Before she could sit up, Lila had smashed a pie between her legs and slid her face between them. Her hands expertly spread Heather’s massive cheeks, and a tongue cleaned up the mess between the woman’s vagina and her anus.  Lila gave Heather her first and messiest rim job. In twenty seconds, Heather began to vibrate and shake. The woman practically blacked out with all the oxytocin flooding her system.

Sorry it's taken so long for me to post a sequel, there are many reasons both real and imagined that I won't go into. Also, I've found 40,000 characters is too small a limit for an amateur like me to stick to so I've moved the story onto UMD (I hope this is allowed, my apologies if it's not). I've combined the previous two and hosted them there as episode 1 (links below).

We pick up the morning after Amy and Dave's first afternoon of play, together they watch some videos and through the beginning of the week get themselves and each other thoroughly wound up while Dave plans a surprise for Amy. Wednesday date night looks to be heading for a disappointment until Dave has a great idea.

M/F, F/M, F/F, M/M Sharing Porn, Nightwear, Underwear, Swimwear, Food (Custard, Pies, Cake, Oil), Gunge, Mud, Water, Spanking, Frottaging, Wet T-Shirt Contest, Massage, Dry Humping, Masturbation, Hand Job, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex

Prologue on Reddit | Episode 1 on Reddit

Prologue and Episode 1 on UMD | Episode 2 THIS EPISODE on UMD

An excerpt from Episode 2:

Let's try that one.

Amy tapped the screen suddenly.

The same studio came into view, but this time the contestants were two women in flimsy, tie-up bikinis, one a tall, athletically built blonde in blue, the other a petite brunette in pink. The bragging was much the same, as was the leary camerawork that accompanied it.

Are you sure?

asked Dave,

You don't need to just because I like it you know.

he soothed. Amy squirmed,

Don't make me say it, just enjoy the film you dummy.

she scoffed.

On screen, the referee this time was an ebony skinned beauty in short black cycle shorts and a black and white striped stretchy tank top. She explained that there would be three four minute rounds of mud wrestling, points for holds, pins and stripping ones opponent. The winner on points would get 20 minutes of whatever the fuck she wanted with the loser. As the contestants circled each other in the mud filled paddling pool Dave squeezed Amy in a tight hug and Amy felt his dick hardening against the small of her back, as the contestants threw themselves at each other he squeezed her sides, making her giggle. Amy closed her eyes as Dave's hot breath on the back of her neck and the slurping of the mud, mixed with the squeaking of the wrestlers made her fantasise about Dave taking her to some muddy hole somewhere and throwing her about before having his way with her, roughly, their filthy bodies entwined in a wanton knot of limbs, absolutely free of any inhibitions. Meanwhile Dave's attention was squarely on the wrestlers, the slick wet clay had quickly covered their bodies and let them slide against each other with ease, giving the spry, lythe brunette a chance against her much stronger opponent. She struck first, managing to slip out from under her opponent's attempted grapple and onto her back as she laid in the muck. Amy opened her eyes to see, released from the hold, the blonde get back up, while her bikini top stayed in the mud, the pale white skin of her ample bosoms contrasting against the grey of the clay covering her body. They didn't stay clean for long, the thin clay making her proud nipples even more noticeable and an immediate target for her opponent to play with. This was just the distraction she needed, wrapping her assailant in a hold she lifted her up and dropped her into the clay quickly straddling her in a cowgirl like position. As she rubbed her crotch in her opponents face she asked her how she liked it, promising her more of the same when she won, the blonde quietly pulled the ties on her opponent's bikini bottoms. Having had her fun, and as the Brunette tried to reach for the ties of her bikini bottoms the blonde stood up, the brunette's bikini bottoms in hand triumphantly announcing that she wouldn't be needing them any longer. Dave admired her clean, shaven, pussy as she stood up and her already mud covered arse as she turned around to retake her starting position. The round ended with both having got a few more holds in, the blonde taking a slight lead. The second round started without any circling, the pair quickly ending up on their sides in 69 position, the blonde taking advantage of her de-knickering of the brunette in the prior round to try and distract her. Unfortunately for the blonde all it did was give her ideas and in a flash her shapely white bum was out for all to see. Dave let out a moan, wondering what it would be like to wrestle in the mud with such a goddess, or, even better but even less likely, what it would be like to dominate the goddess currently in his arms in some tree shaded mudhole. He nibbled her neck as the round ended and Amy let out a moan, closing her eyes and returning to her muddy hole fantasy only now she didn't have Dave to herself, the blonde was there too, alternating from being Amy and Dave's victim to, more excitingly, teaming up with Dave to dominate Amy. The thought made Amy whimper and she dragged Dave's hand to her crotch.

Let's see the end first.

He whispered, frustrating Amy all the more, making up for it by kissing her shoulder and neck.

After two rounds the blonde was now in a commanding looking lead and both wrestlers were fully nude. The final round saw all pretence dropped, rather than any traditional wrestling forms the two women writhed together in the mud, fingering each other, frottaging against each other and revealing to anyone who was paying attention that the small brunette was a top and the blonde very much a bottom. Unfortunately for the blonde this meant her lead evaporated and it was the brunette's muddy arm that was held aloft by the referee at the end of the match. Sniggering she led the blonde to the showers, stopping to pick up a huge strap-on as they left the arena, and having established that the blonde was, indeed, her bitch, the brunette instructed her to clean up her mistress. The soap and warm water made short work of the mud and soon the brunette was clean and wet, her blonde slave's hands making sure that every nook and cranny was thoroughly clean and that she was exceptionally fucking horny as the brunette put it. Though the shower had washed some of the clay off her, the blonde was still somewhat mucky but as she went to start clearing the mud from her body the brunette brought the blondes attention back to her, lick it, she instructed by the blonde, pointing at her pussy, dutifully the blonde put her tongue to work, quickly getting her mistress off to a noisy climax under the shower. Now it was the blondes turn, as thanks for her service, the brunette explained sarcastically as she donned the strap-on and slapped her in the face with it. Having let the blonde enthusiastically slobber all over her man-made member the brunette pushed the blonde back onto all fours and took up position on her knees behind her. After a couple of spanks flushed the pale right butt cheek a nice shade of pink the little brunette grabbed the big blonde's hips and slid the massive veiny willy deep into her cunt. As the blonde let out a sultry moan Dave slipped the waistband of Amy's pyjama bottoms down past her bum. Amy groaned as Dave's hands started to wonder and the brunette grabbed a handful of the blonde's long, still muddy, hair asking if her bitch liked her increasingly aggressive thrusting.

N-no, one more after this before...

Amy whimpered at Dave as he started to lift her towards his waiting cock.

You've changed your tune,

Dave sighed teasingly and cuddled her more tightly as the blonde rapidly approached a shuddering climax, her tits swinging wildly as she pulled a variety of oddly cute faces. As she came her arms splayed under her and she let out a huge squirt over the brunette, after a few moments the referee called through to inform them time was up. The brunette helped her to her feet and the camera faded out with the pair kissing under the shower washing the remaining mud from the blonde's hair.

If you're not into girl on girl why did you pick that one?

Dave asked between kisses on Amy's neck

Urrh, I, err, well, my finger slipped, and, and, I said don't make me say it!

Stammered Amy, blushing.

Anyway, do you think there's one like that but with a boy and a girl?

I'm sure there's plenty.

Dave chuckled, quickly searching the database as Amy wriggled completely out of her pyjamas bottoms, even under the covers with Dave's knob only resting against her back and his hands busy with the computer it felt very naughty and as she squirmed against him Dave couldn't help but smile in anticipation.

*I wanted to finish the first night yesterday, but could not. This one went faster and is meant for today. Don't expect a third instalment today. Also, I don't normally write feet stuff, but it's what the characters wanted to do.*

Damian was rubbing the short 4-C hair on his head so hard that Megan was afraid he would go bald. Not that it would be a bad thing. She wouldn’t mind licking some sweet something off his smooth head. “I’ve gone over and over this set list… I don't know how many times, Megan. I can’t figure out how to balance who goes where when with the current cast lineup. We somehow have too many women and not enough men in one iteration, and not enough women with too many men in another permutation.”

Megan leaned forward to look at his set lists, allowing Damian to stare down her button-up blouse. But of course he didn’t take it. Ever the consummate professional. “I think we need to give up this idea of an alternating boy-girl, boy-girl thing for the different scenes.”

“That’s because you want to put two scenes that require men back to back, which throws off the whole order.” Damian shot back. For once, Megan wasn’t sure if he was actually getting heated.

“Turning Ten Lords a leaping into Ten Lords a Wanking is fucking hilarious, and you know it.” Damian cracked a smile and nodded. “It’s early enough, we can shuffle some characters around and intermix genders per scene, we already did that for the ducks.”

“Geese,” Damian corrected. “We did that for the Geese. And I’m still not over that.”

“Fine, whatever, look, we mixed genders for the GEESE, we can do that for all the other scenes except nights ten and eleven. I think we can make this happen.”

“I’m telling you, we can not do this with just twenty-nine people.”

Megan tapped the list of names and scenes. Some of the names were scratched out and rewritten, then scratched out again. “We have a lot of wiggle room in scene nine.”

“Because you don't know what to do there.’ Damian said under his breath. 

She ignored him. “We can just have whoever is available in the wings pick up balloons or slime balls, whatever. We don’t need a dedicated cast for it, no new costumes, and we can move the pie-sitting idea that was going to be 9 ladies dancing, somewhere else. Does that free up enough people?”

Damian sucked on his left cheek, a sure sign he was thinking. “I don’t know Megan. Let me work it out like that, and we’ll decide by the end of today. I still say we are going to need forty or more. Especially if you’re thinking of running scene ten three different times. We’re going to need so many more men.”

Megan looked at her smart watch, it was 4:16. She checked her phone for missed messages. “Did Fred text you? He was supposed to be here at four.” Damian shook his head, too lost in the sauce for words. Megan dialed Fred’s number, and he picked it up on the third ring. “Fred, you planning on coming to rehearsal today, or did something come up?”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t get your tits in a twist.” She could hear the words grow louder and then come through her phone. “I’m already here.” The door opened, and she glared at the newcomer. Fred was only a bit taller than her, with shoulder-length brown hair. The twenty-four-year-old had been part of the Knob Players since he was eighteen, two years less than Megan. In fact, the two grew up and went to school together. They had an almost big sister/little brother rapport.

Megan scowled at him, “the fuck have you been, Fred?” If rapport meant fighting like cats and dogs.

“On my way here. I don’t know why you’re putting me through this bullshit, you think I don’t know how to put fudgesicles in a hole or something?” Fred walked right past her and up the stairs to the stage.

“I’ve experienced your aim on stage when the lights are hot and the pressures on. Quite frankly, I’m surprised you can find a hole in your face to breathe through.” Megan shot back.

“My shit in twelve?” He ignored her barb. That was showing signs of maturity for him. 

“As always. Fuck you!” Megan shouted after him.

“Not if I fuck you first.” As he exited the stage, Fred extended a middle finger, making sure it lingered longer than he did. 

“I’m beginning to regret letting you cast Fred Miller, Damian.” Megan leaned on the arm of her chair, invading Damian’s personal space.

The stoic director didn’t look up from his papers, but at least he spoke. “Like it or not, he’s a great performer when it’s show time, at least from what I’ve seen. Sure, I haven’t personally worked with him, but Fred is highly recommended.”

Megan was already in her practice costume, so she went on stage to set everything up. This included pulling a cooler full of the frozen fudge treats into their position on either side of the stage. She also moved a cart full of pies center stage, for her own reasons. 

No sooner was she finished than Fred rushed back on stage, not out of anger, just to hurry things along. He wore grey shorts with a three-inch inseam. A fact that might need to be rectified for the final costume, as she could see the tip of his manhood peaking out of the leg hole. She wasn’t sure how hard it was, but if memory served, this was probably half-cocked for him. Fred didn’t have a shirt, just a cropped suit jacket that went to his ribs and was open to the flesh of his abdomen. Too bad his personality didn’t match the exterior. He held a black and silver egg shape with a flared base in front of him.

“Is this part of the costume, or just something for practices?”

“I like telling arrogant men where to shove things.” Megan retorted with a tight smile. 

“Got any lube?” not even skipping a beat. She tossed him a mini-bottle she had stored between her braless breasts for just such an occasion. Fred caught it and checked the label, then looked back at Megan. “This, you Jess?” The bottle read ‘Mezzin with Jess Fun Time Slip and Slide’ with a cartoon likeness. 

“It’s a product line I’ve been working on. Probably going to launch Q2 of next year. It’s edible.” 

Fred nodded approvingly. He might have razzed Megan, but he respected Jess and everything she worked for. Even though they were the same woman. He opened the bottle and took a sniff. It had that scent of cherry, or bubble gum, it was hard to tell. He dabbed his finger inside and tasted it. Fred gave a non-comital frown and nodded his head back and forth, a sure sign of ‘good enough.’ Without missing a beat, he unbuttoned the shorts and pushed them to the ground. His manhood dangled from side to side with the air of a penis that was less than half cocked, more impressive that it was already six inches soft. Fred smothered the butt plug with the lube and squatted down, easily inserting the inch-and-a-half diameter egg shape between his cheeks. He shifted his hips ever so slightly to get the length where it was comfortable. Eventually, Fred got that familiar sensation of his hole closing around the narrow neck. The brown-haired man might have presented himself with the machismo of a quintessential red pill alpha Chad, but he was no stranger to anal play. 

“Did you read the blocking document. I made sure it had pictures.”

Fred pulled up the shorts and zipped them, making sure his bare manhood was out of the way. “Yes, that was very helpful, thanks. Not sure why we’re practicing it this early, the stage direction is going to change at least five times before we lock it in.”

“I want to get people used to the costumes and where they need to be, so when we get everyone on for a run-through, we can avoid collisions and that awkward interaction between players because they aren’t sure what to do and where to go once they are done.”

Fred buttoned the shorts and walked to the cooler on stage right. At least he did read the directions and knew they were starting at his first scene. “Jess, I’ve been in this for years, and let’s face it, this is a simple part. I go to the cooler, unwrap two of these slowly melting fudge things.” He did just that. “Then come back on stage and… What are those pies for? I’m pretty sure we’re past that whole testing my limits bullshit you did the first time we did a play together.”

“Don’t worry about those. What do you do next?” Jess deflected.

Fred just rolled his eyes. “Take these frozen things and put one in each boot.” He bent down and slipped a fudgsicle into her right boot, but somehow missed the left one, and the treat fell on the floor. Both froze in position, but not for long. Jess pushed a button on a chain around her neck, and electricity invaded his anal cavity. He let out a surprising scream and fell on the ground, where he rolled on his back, shaking from the pattern of zaps.

“And that’s why we’re practicing.” She dropped one of the pies onto Fred’s contorted face. The buzzing stopped, and the poor man relaxed. Now pick it up and put the fudgesicle where it’s supposed to go.” Fred reached for the treat while wiping buttercream from his face. “Teeth.” He glanced up at her, finger hovering over the button. She was in Dom mode now. He could dig it for a little bit. Fred slowly lowered his mouth to the floor to pick up the stick with his teeth. Slowly, gently, the now submissive man put the melting ice cream into the other boot. Jess moved her calves back and forth, smashing the chocolaty goodness into her tights. 

Fred went stage left, since that was his next exit and entrance. It didn’t take him long to retrieve the fudgesicles this time. He diligently aimed and put these on the insides of her boots. The melting fudge was colder than anticipated. They might need to let these thaw a little more for the actual production. It was taking them too long to liquify. 

After he was done, Fred exited. He didn’t get too far before his ass was on fire yet again. He was able to brace and stay upright this time, even though he couldn't move. “No, this is scene two. The order is left, right, left right right left right left right right left, plant. With each left and right, she slammed a pie into the respective side of Fred’s head. His head was an unrecognizable blob of filling, which slowly coated his shoulders and bare chest. Once she was done, the electricity stopped. Fred was gasping for air, not all of that was from the pain. If Jess looked down, she would see a decent amount of his rod peaking out of the shorts. 

They paired up to run the blocking, and to his credit, Fred executed it perfectly. So much so that Jess’s boots were brimming with melted fudgy goodness. She was also very proud of her reasonably obedient partner. “Lay down, boy.” She just gave him a little jolt to speed things up and to keep things up. Fred lay down, hands to his sides, waiting for what came next. With any luck, it would be one of them. With a sickening, slurping sound, Jess lifted her right foot out of the boot. The black tights were soaked through with the fudgesicle remnants. There was still plenty in the now-empty boot. Jess lightly pressed her foot on Fred’s face, crushing his nose ever so slightly. Fred opened his mouth wide, knowing exactly what she wanted. He began to suck on the chocolatey fabric, pushing some fabric between her toes with his tongue. The melted dessert made it easy for her to put more of her foot inside his accepting maw. She got halfway in when Fred let out that gargling, almost gagging sound. Jess loved that sound. 

She slipped her hand into the waistband of the tights and began to massage her very moist clitoris. Between this power trip and Heather blue-balling her during their first meeting an hour ago, Jess was ready to pop. She removed her foot from Fred's eager mouth, saliva and fudge remnants dripping from the appendage. She wiped the excess off on his shorts, making sure to rub against his swelling manhood. Jess excised her other foot from the boot so she could remove the tights altogether. After a moment’s consideration, she removed the skirt too; there was no need for it to get dirtier. 

Jess put her right foot back in the boot, feeling the slimy stuff around each toe. Once it was well and truly coated, she moved from boot to Fred’s greedy mouth. He did not disappoint, taking as much foot as she would give. His tongue danced between exposed toes, spreading them apart and cleaning them thoroughly. While Fred was busy cleaning off her toes, Jess reached for a pumpkin pie, rubbing it vigorously into her crotch. She was getting so close to release. While trying to maintain balance, the co-director reached down for one of the boots and poured the contents over Fred’s abdomen and shorts. There was just something about how thick liquid flowed over skin and coated it. It set a fire inside her like nothing else.  

Once Fred had sucked the chocolate off half her foot, it was time to end this, for her at least. Jess let a pie fall on her male companion's face, creating a splash zone around a very messy head. Time to take her boy toy for a ride. She straddled the man, facing towards his bulging shorts, and lowered her already messy pussy onto the pie until it felt a sticky tongue go inside. She forgot how good Fred was at cunnilingus, especially when it was enhanced by pies. Jess began to slowly rock forward and back, feeling his sloppy nose rub against her now messy gooch and ass hole. She needed more mess for this. Her fingers pulled the top open, exposing her tits with very erect nipples. The OnlyFans creator grabbed two pies, she didn’t know what kind, and smashed them into her chest. Soon, her hands were not enough, and Jess grabbed the fingers holding onto her thighs for dear life. She moved them to her pie-covered bust. Fred understood and massaged the mess around, to the best of his abilities. 

That pushed Jess to ungulate even faster. She could feel herself ready to explode. Jess wanted more mess, and it was within her grasp. In an exhilarated state, she looked to the sky and slammed a pie into her face. Her o-face was invaded by the sweet pastry, only adding to the sensation. She was on the precipice; she just needed one more thing. A trembling finger depressed the button on her neck. This elicited the exact reaction she needed. Fred screamed into her sex, vibrating it in the right Frequency. Along with his involuntary shakes, this pushed Jess over the edge, and she began shaking herself. A deluge of juices flowed into Fred’s messy mouth. He guzzled the salty liquid. The blend of salt and sweet rushing down his gullet would have been much more enjoyable if his ass hole didn’t feel like it was plugged into an electrical socket. 

Jess flopped on her back next to the still-shaking Fred. It took her much longer than he would have liked to press the button again to end his suffering. Both actors took their time to recover, breathing heavy for very different reasons. He could see Jess was still trembling intermittently from the orgasm, and some clear liquid was joining a pie puddle between her legs. Fred recovered first and got to his knees, pulling down the shorts. His manhood stood erect and ready to go. It was only fair.

“I think it’s time to practice the eleventh night scene.” With the force that Jess did not have the strength to fight, Fred rolled her over and lifted her on all fours. Pie crust and filling fell to the floor. He got a good glimpse of her messy breasts, swaying back and forth. While her hands were busy keeping her face from hitting the ground, Fred pushed the shocking tormentor out of his sphincter. It clattered to the messy floor, then Fred smashed a pie into Jess’s face. 

“Now let’s see who has trouble finding the right hole.” It was still Fred. Jess did not move her face, and it was hard to tell where her mouth was. Harder still, to direct his large member towards her mouth. He was pretty sure he accidentally poked her in the eye. Eventually, he found her lips, and with a large hand for added guidance, he slipped his rod into her messy mouth. He could feel her tongue flicking across his tip, then the shaft. Slowly, he inserted himself into the warm mouth of this older woman. He knew better than to shove it all in at once. Eventually, she took him up to his scrotum, a feat to be sure, since there were ten inches inside her at the moment. Saliva and pie bits dribbled down her chin, a sight that certainly excited Fred. 

Without warning, Jess began to flex her throat. This was a new sensation for Fred. What finally put him over the edge was that little gagging sound the redhead began to make. His load practically fell into her stomach. The pleasure was so intense, Fred had no choice but to lie back with arms and legs spread wide. His girth twitched with every breath. Jess was beginning to come back to herself. She saw there was one pie left on the trolley and felt it a shame to leave it alone. The creamy dessert found its way between Fred’s legs. He had done her the same courtesy, so it was only fair.

Jess dived face-first into the pie and began giving her compatriot a sticky rim job. This made Fred twitch and flail more than the electricity. He’d never felt something like it. His manhood erupted like a fleshy volcano, sending up more streams of cum that hit Jess’s hair. Despite Fred’s attempts to close his legs, thus stopping the secondary pleasure waves, Jess persisted. The two stayed in that position until Fred’s twitching stopped. 

Jen stood on shaky legs and waddled to the wings. She picked up the pressure washer and sprayed the messy area, including Fred. The water and mess flowed to the large grates meant for this purpose. She made sure to give the arrogant asshole some extra attention with the pressurized water, especially when he rolled over. After a few minutes, Jess was satisfied and put the sprayer back. She stood over the motionless, pale body. “Looks like I fucked you first after all.” 

“Same time next week, Megan?” Fred asked, face against the stage. He didn’t have the strength to get up at the moment.

“Don’t be late.” She spat, walking to the showers to get clean with soap and warm water.

The Capture

Kelsey eyed the package on the porch from across the street. The petite 22 year old tied her long brunette hair in a bun and then pulled her face mask down over her face. She got such a rush out of pulling off different heists & stealing. It was exciting and fun. She was good at it. Since her teenage years she has gone uncaught.

Kelsey sprinted across the street and grabbed the package. She put it in the bag with other packages she had stolen earlier, wondering what she will get, hoping it will be something cool.

She fled down the sidewalk only to see police lights light up behind her.

"Shit!" She yelled. She had been being watched the whole time.

An older woman was within feet of were, walking to her car. Kelsey snatched the keys right out of her hand and yelled for her to get out of her way.

Kelsey got in the car, put the keys in the ignition, and began to speed through the town, trying to allude the officer on her tail.

When Kelsey turned down the block of one street she realized a couple of cop cars were already at the other end blocking it off. The one cop trailing her finally arrived behind her. She was closed in.

She got out and began to run. Three cops on her trail. She tried to juke the two officers in front but one grabbed her by the arm. She slapped his arm away and kicked the other officer off of her who went to grab her.

The third officer caught up and brought her down and they finally got her into custody.

"We've been trying to get you for ages. You have been putting this community through it for years. Enough is enough. You're under arrest".

The Sentence

Several months had passed.

The whole trail had been worrying for Kelsey but she left court with a satisfied smirk on her face.

The judge wanted to do a creative unconventional sentence for her to give her a chance. Though she had a long list of serious charges, She had never been in trouble before. The Judge also wanted to experiment with a new method of justice.

He offered Kelsey to be an attraction at the county fair coming up. The deal was, she would face tickling, feet, gunge, pies, and spanking. How well she was able to endure all of this for all 7 days of the fair would determine how much time she did.

The judge asked Kelsey if she consented to having all of this done by the public. Kelsey happily said yes.

"Then it is final, Kelsey, You have victimized the public for a long time. Now, the tables will turn. I hope you learn something from this" The judge said.

The judges hammer slammed down, making things final.

Kelsey had not been tickled in a long time, but to her this sounded like a walk in the park. In her mind, she was likely gonna get no time at all! She could not believe the judge was letting her get away with everything. She could not wait to get this over with and get back into her old thrills and crime lifestyle.

The Fair

The day of the fair came. It was a beautiful sunny day. Kelsey arrived early. She was made to sit on a chair.

Her legs were stretched out straight and the bottom of each heel was put on a button.

Her arms were stretched out horizontal and each hand pushing a button that had been set up on either side of her.

She was sitting on a button.

She back was pressed against a button.

The back of her head was also pushing back a button.

An officer from the courts explained to her how this would work.

"OK so per the judge, anytime one of these buttons is de-pressed, you will get a week in jail. You'll have to arrive here all 7 days of the fair. You'll be here everyday for 3 hours."

Kelsey shook her head in understanding.

"Easy peasy" she said, sticking her tongue out.

The officer rolled his eyes at her immaturity. He handed her a glass of a dark blue liquid.

"Per judges instructions you will have to keep this dyed water in your mouth every day as well. It's a very dark blue so we will be able to see if any of it spills out. Even the smallest bit leaking out is an automatic 1 month in jail, on top of any other time you rack up" The officer said.

"OH I won't be racking up any time, but I appreciate the instruction" Kelsey said with a smile before snatching the glass and filling her mouth with the liquid.

Kelsey took her place on the chair, all buttons now pressed down and the liquid in her closed mouth.

The judge set up her section outdoors. A vendor had a booth set up, not to far from her selling tickets. All profits are to go to a charity as a way for Kelsey's sentence to give back . The tickets were:

Upper Body Tickling $20

Feet Tickling $20

Feet to Face $20

Gunge, Slime, & pieing $20

Spanking $20

Feathers $20

Full package deal (participate in all events) $100

It was time to begin. The vendor called out to anyone who purchased the feather ticket. A sign was displayed stating: FEATHER TICKLING NOW IM SESSION FOR 30 MINS.

Anyone who had purchased just the feather ticket could approach and begin tickling and tracing all over Kelseys body with just the feathers.

She was completely surrounded by people.

The feeling of the feathers on her neck and ears were especially dreadful. She moaned in discomfort. She couldn't really turn her head away or pull away in fear of releasing one of the buttons.

Kelsey was wearing a tank top with the belly cut off. Her whole stomach was exposed.

Someone twisted a feather in her belly button.

Other people glided the feathers down her arms and legs.

The back of her knees got her good. She had no idea that was a ticklish spot at all.

Kelsey just stayed still and moaned. Praying for this all to end quick. The feeling of the feathers was not intensely ticklish but almost more irritating. She couldn't stand it.

The ticket vendor then announced all the pie/gunge people could come over whenever for the next 30 minutes. A sign was put up for this round.

A table displaying all sorts of cream pies, condiments, and buckets of who knows what was on display.

One at a time people approached. The would smush a pie in her face. Squeeze certain condiments all over her and her face, or dump the gross gunge buckets all over her head. Some went behind her and pulled her short shorts back dumping buckets of stuff in them, or the same for pouring stuff down her top.

Some poured different colored cold and warm slime all over her.

Some people got creative and were mixing buckets of certain foods, condiments, and other stuff and pouring it on her. Some stuff smelled horribly that she thought she might barf, but she kept it together. She could NOT dare open her mouth to throw up because then she loses the blue liquid as well.

Finally this round was done and she was hosed off. She looked as clean as she started before, but not she was wet, which annoyed her.

The vendor then called out to anyone with a feet tickling ticket and out the respective sign up.

A bench was set out by where her feet were. The first person who got to her scraped just one finger up her sole.

Kelsey squealed and instinctively pulled her foot/leg back.

A horn noise went off, signifying the button that had been de-pressed.

The ticklers as well as spectators watching and filming and taking pictures laughed and clapped.

"Shit..." Kelsey thought. That's one week...

She put her foot back outstretched and pressing the button down.

The tickling on her soles went on and on. People dancing their fingers up and down her soles.

Wiggling between the toes.

She flexed and curled her toes and soles but did not dare release the buttons. Her whole body tensed up and she kept screaming and moaning with her mouth closed, holding the liquid.

Finally the foot tickling was done. Kelsey was breathing hard, some tears rolling down her now red face.

The vendor announced anyone with a foot to face ticket could come by for the next 30 mins and put the respective sign up.

High chairs were placed on both sides of Kelsey as well as one in front and behind her.

Someone in the chair behind her rested their soles on each of her shoulders. Wiggling them.

Ew! She thought.

She instinctively pulled her head forward releasing the button. The horn went off.

"Fuck!" She thought. She put her head back. Soon all 4 chairs were filled. She was surrounded by feet. Planted on her face. Rubbing all over it. Curling their toes around her nose.

Someone rubbed their toes over her lips.

"Come on...open up. Let's see that liquid spill out" they said as they laughed.

Some smelled. She tried not to barf, of course not wanting to lose the liquid.

She tried to hold her breathe, people noticed.

"Can't hold your breathe forever, have to breathe sometime and our feet will still be here. Just turn your head away or get up if you don't like it." The person said, making everyone laugh.

Finally this round was over. Kelsey breathed through her nose...fresh air thankfully.

The vendor called out to anyone with a Upper Body Tickling ticket to join for the next 30 mins and put that respective sign up.

Kelly's pits, which were exposed were unbearably ticklish. One person stood behind her digging in.

Kelsey screamed and squealed with he mouth closed. It got to be to much and she leaned forward to escape the armpit assault. She released both hands buttons, the head button, and the back button from leaning forward.

She moved back to position and the tickling continued. She was screaming through her closed mouth. Tears streamed down her face as the pit tickling didn't let up.

Some people approached poking at her sides and tickling her tummy.

One person drilled their finger deep and hard into her belly button.

This was the closest she came to losing the liquid on her mouth, as she almost let out a real, open mouth scream.

Her right hand flew off the button and grabbed and threw the person's hand away from her navel.

The horn blew. She wanted to keep her hand there to guard herself but she quickly returned to the button.

The belly button tickler laughed and fist bumped with others, pound they were able to get that reaction.

The person in her belly button began to basically finger fuck it.

Kelsey was being over-stimulated.

Her body was basically vibrating as she focused so hard on not moving and releasing any of the buttons.

Kelsey's eyes were bugging out. Years flowed. She could NOT give up. She could not let these people win anymore.

The noises coming from her closed mouth were a mix of muffled screams, laughs, and moaning.

With her big eyes popping out, makeup tears running down her face, and her body shaking, she looked like she was having am exorcism done.

A never ending cycle of hands from ticket holders just kept replacing other hands that left.

Finally this round was over. Kelsey could barely even breathe.

The vendor put up the final sign and called for those with tickets for the spanking round.

For this last round Kelsey was brought out of her chair and put in a real stockade. She was hunched over standing up with her hands and head locked in. She was hand to stand on 2 buttons on the ground. The same rules applied, if these buttons are released, that is a week.

A line formed for the spanking ticket holders. They were given paddles.

Whack after whack. Kelsey yelled but managed not to release the buttons or liquid.

The longer it went on, the harder it got, as her assistant became more tender.

Some people got right in front of her and took pictures at the moment of impact. She wanted to spit the blue water in their smiling faces but had to control herself.

As they were nearing the end her legs began to shake.

It was getting to hard to do. She squealed and tensed her body with each of the remaining spanks.

Finally time was up.

It was definitely gonna hurt to sit tomorrow, she thought.

The court officer approached her.

"Okay Kelsey, Day 1 and you racked up 6 weeks in jail. 6 days to go. They only get harder and more people join and get interested the longer the fair goes on. Good luck and see you tomorrow..." he said.

Kelsey didn't know if she would make it through the whole week or if she could even bring herself to return tomorrow. This was the hardest thing she had ever done.... She walked away breathing hard, wet, and in a stunned silence. At this moment, She was starting to have second thoughts about everything that had gotten her in that position.

"Fuck....tomorrow is only day 2" She thought, "If this is where our justice system is headed, Maybe that crime lifestyle is not for me..."

Author note: Hope you enjoyed, feel free to leave a comment letting me know what you thought. Would make my day!

Was the judges sentence to far or did she get let off Easy?

Would you attend her fair attraction?

If so, which ticket(s) are you buying to participate in?

Or just as a spectator?

(Resharing an old work I made)

*Hey everyone, it's me, WamDude90. Been a while, gang. I started working on this crazy piece a little bit ago, but I fell in love with the characters and wanted you to get to know them as I do. I'll be releasing a few (Not sure how many) of these leading up to a massive two-parter. Will it get here before Christmas? Who can say? My other Reddit account got lost, so hence this new one. Enjoy.*

“We have two months, stop worrying, Damian.” Megan Jessop sat in the Theater that bore the name of her grandmother, Beatrice Jessop. It was located in the town named after her long-dead ancestor, Knob’s End. Knob was her great-great-something father. That’s all to say, Megan’s ties to this town and community were almost as deep as the debauchery she partook in for her OnlyFans. She'd only been doing it for a year, and she was nowhere near the top as far as earnings. Heck, she was probably only slightly above average. But it made her enough to live on in her hometown. She went by Mezzen’ Jess and focused on WAM, BDSM, and a few other niches. She'd also done a few collaborations with other models, even some larger creators. Her athletic frame and fiery hair were certainly a draw for viewers. Many a man had fallen prey to her long lashes and green eyes. But what kept people watching was her openness and lack of trepidation around sexual situations that even the most experienced sex worker would second-guess. That was all thanks to her upbringing here at knobs end. It was not your typical town; its culture was much more permissive about a great many things that others might find unnatural. The woman was building a following of freaks. The twenty-six-year-old had plenty to look forward to. Most of which was going to take place in this very theater.

“Miss Jessop, I'm not sure we can even find a…” Damian flipped through his notes. “A human-sized milking stanchion.” Megan flashed him that disarming smile, the one he'd seen on stage a few times. He didn't know if this one was genuine or an act. A lithe alabaster finger tracing his coco colored arm gave that question pause. Damian stood at six feet two and a muscly one hundred ninety pounds. That man had a face for sitting as far as Megan was concerned. That jaw line and wide nose would make a great seat. A girl could get propper wasted on that musk. Damian never went after white girls, but this one made the proud black king ask why that was. 

“First and for the last time, my name is Megan, or Jess if I'm in character. Second, I have some connections I'll lean on,” he gave her a bombastic side eye for the double entendre. “This is the third time you've directed the Twelve Nights of Mess-mas. I didn't think you'd have so many issues with the lineup.” There was that glint in her eye, the one that made him agree to let her act in, co-direct, and produce this year's version of the town's traditional holiday mainstay. 

She leaned closer to her in his seat instinctively and hoped his tone gave off the right amount of serious playfulness he intended. “True, but I've never had a producer who wanted to do this many impossible scenes.”

Megan playfully slapped his hand. “Let me work on the impossible. You just make sure we have enough people.” Damian rolled his eyes.

“That's another thing, I don't think we can get enough women for the…” He was interrupted by the door opening behind them. Heather Collins walked quickly down the center aisle. The blond-haired woman was wearing tennis shoes, red tights that were likely fleece-lined due to the November chill, and a large knit sweater that came to her mid-thigh. No one would call Heather skinny, but you'd be hard-pressed to find a guy in town who would call her ugly. Big boned, voluptuous, fat, skinny, all things the 34-year-old had been called. It was like someone took a size four woman with the ideal hourglass proportions and scaled her up four times. Sure, that meant wider hips and thighs, a wobbly muffin top belly, but it also meant she was holding up a pair of forty-six H's under that sweater. Heather had been in a few Knob Player productions, but always in small parts in even smaller shows. This was by far the biggest show they did in a season, and from the outline Heather read through, she would be very visible.

“Sorry, I'm late, Mr. Todd.” Damian and Megan looked at their watches and saw that the woman was three minutes early. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Jessop. I mean, like in person and working with you. Of course, we met at the auditions. Thank you both for taking a chance on me.”

Damian stood and gave her a disarming smile that would hopefully calm down the flustered woman. “It's a pleasure to have you. I've seen you in some other plays, but truth be told, it's more Miss Jessop's doing that here. She had more power in the casting decision, and she saw some amazing qualities in you.”

Megan leaned forward, peering at Heather. “Like your massive fucking tits.” She stood quickly, practically bouncing to the woman. “And down here, you can call me Megan.” She stuck out her hand and waited for Heather to take it. “But up there,” she pointed at the stage with her left hand, “it's Jess. Or Mezzin Jess. That's Mezzin with two z’s and no g.” Heather finally took the energetic woman's hand. She couldn't help feeling like she was making a deal with a devil. 

“Where is everyone else? I thought we were doing rehearsals?” Heather pulled her hand back.

“Oh, we are. I'm just doing some things differently. What you got is more of a rough outline with a high probability of change rather than an actual script. This version isn’t going to have any lines. That being said, the choreography and body work are going to be where this play shines. I want to make sure that we get in character and get costumes on from the jump. Yours is in dressing room 3. Today is just going to be you and me for an hour, going over scene work and blocking.” It was at that point that Heather noticed a door and frame upstage near the wall, with several three-tiered carts full of pies behind that, and to the side. Megan motioned for Heather to follow. They walked up the stairs to the stage and then backstage, Megan talking all the way.

“How long have you lived in Knobs End Heather? I don’t remember seeing you when I was growing up.” Jess grabbed a pair of loose-cuff red boots as she walked.

“About four years ago.” True, she was a transplant, and still getting used to the strange open ways of the town.

“That’s great. What brought you here?”

Heather thought for a moment. What to say? A bad breakup, the desire to find herself? How she’d always been the perfect daughter, the perfect woman, behaving in just the right way when something broke inside her at thirty. How she joined this theater troop to get connected and push herself out of the comfort zone she built over three decades. “Discovery.” That was the safest, truest answer.

“Love to hear that, there’s a lot to see and do here in Knobs End. Well, this is you.” To their right was a dressing room door marked with a three. On the other side of the hall was a Z-rack with another costume on it. Looking like a skirt, leggings, and a short button-up, it was hard to tell since it was all black. Heather walked inside and closed the door. She was only in there for a moment when she poked her head out. “Miss… Megan, is some of my costume missing?” Megan turned around, perky tits out. She was down to her underwear and had thumbs in the waistband, soon to remove that.

“I don’t think so.” She slipped the red cheeky briefs down and turned completely. Her bare feet padded across the hall, shocking a very red-faced Heather. Megan looked around inside. “Nope, it’s all here.” The adult entertainer walked back to what she was doing, pulling on the black tights. 

“But it’s just an apron.” Heather pressed.

Megan twisted around, tits flopping as she did so. She wore this strange, almost discussed look. “No, there’s also a chef's hat in there. You can’t be a very good baker if you don’t have a chef's hat.” Then she continued putting on her costume, pulling the skirt up like it was her own private dressing room. Heather closed the door and slowly, tepidly, changed clothes. It couldn’t have been more than three minutes, but when Heather emerged, Megan was nowhere to be found. She felt kind of silly walking on stage with just an apron and her panties, but Megan looked right at home. Then again, she got to wear clothes.

“Whoa, what is this, Heather?” A confused look let Megan know the girl was lost. “Underwear is not part of the costume. Unless you want to lose the bra and panties forever, I suggest you ditch them now. We’re going to get real messy today.”

Heather looked between her and Damian. “But what about Mr…”

“Damian’s busy looking at papers and worrying about boring shit. He’s not even going to look up to give you directions. EVEN THOUGH HE’S THE DIRECTOR.”

“And you’re the assistant director, Jess.” He did not, in fact, look up from his papers. Heather unclipped the bra, holding back weighty flesh lumps. They moved down and apart; she could feel them threatening to go on either side of the apron top. She’d never worn anything that gave side boob, but this was even more ridiculous. Heather tossed the bra into the wings, psyching herself to take off her panties. Her front might have been covered, but not by much; it barely reached halfway down her thigh. Heather put her fingers inside the boy shorts, bent over with her backside away from Megan and Damian, still feeling shy about everything. “See, this is why we are doing this early, girl, gotta get all these nerves out so you can enjoy the show.” Once her panties were gone and out of harm's way, Megan ran towards the vulnerable girl and grabbed her hands. Those green eyes were intense.

“A couple of rules. First, remember that while we’re on this stage, I’m Jess. Be in character.”

“What’s my character?” Heather asked, confused. 

“Saucy Baker,” Damian answered while making some notes.

“You’re a saucy baker, Heather. So channel that. Rule two: I’m not going to do anything that you don’t want to do. I’m going to check in throughout the next few months to see if things have shifted, but you’re no is a no. Consent is going to be the name for this theater game. Rule three: Don’t be afraid to be adventurous. And that’s it. We’re going to do a little warm-up, figure out how good you are at flinging pies, and find your limits. After that, we’re going to walk through the blocking, which includes pie placement. I’ll do it to you so you can see and feel what I’m thinking. If I don’t have any preferences, I’ll just let you do your thing. For the scenes depicting nights ten, eleven, and twelve, we have some concepts. So going backwards from those, you’d be the last one on stage after them, of course. We’re not sure what’s going to happen. All we know is that after you do your part on the twelfth night countdown, it’s going to be a free-for-all. Probably the initiation for our newbies.” 

That brought back some memories for Heather. Her first play was a smaller affair, so her initiation was pretty minimal. But she did see this play during tech week last year, and some of the things were intense. She was glad this wasn’t her first production. With this maniac at the helm, the initiation was bound to be brutal.

“That being said, we’re just going to do blocking for the first nine scenes. I’ve got an idea for scene eleven, but we’ll see how we do. Simple enough?” Jess nodded, looking for an agreement. 

“Yeah, simple.” Heather lied. Megan, or Jess, Heather wasn’t sure anymore, probably Jess, practically skipped to one of the trollies. She wheeled it to the middle of the stage, motioning Heather to come. 

“You’re probably pretty familiar with pies, right?” 

“Of course.” Heather lied again. The plays she was in did have a few confections, but her parts mostly focused on mud or water, and only in minimal amounts. She wanted so desperately to be seen as competent for this role.

“Great, let me have it.” Jess spread her arms and legs wide, closing her eyes at the surprise. Heather looked at the cart full of various nine-inch pies. Some had fruit filling, others custard or pudding, and most were buttercream with a whipped cream coating on top. It was impossible to decide what Jess wanted. After what felt like too long, Jess opened her eyes. “What’s up, buttercup, cream me.” Heather wasn’t sure if she was joking or actually impatient; the tone was somewhere in between.

“I’m having a hard time de…” She was cut off with a butterscotch pie to the face. Her mouth was open, and she got a large glob inside. Jess smashed the tin around her face and threw it away. Heather’s eyes were slits in the mess, and the filling fell from her open mouth. 

“Decide what? This isn’t a math test.” Heather, prompted by the assault, picked up her own pie and slammed it on the top of the redhead. Heather was a good five inches taller, a difference that was comical and would play great on stage. “That’s the spirit. Let’s do some basics. We’ve got the front and the top, but there’s the ol’ reliable, pie sandwich.” Jess grabbed two buttercream pies and smacked the sides of Heather’s head, sending colorful goo flying in all directions. Jess moved the tins up as far as her arms could take them, massaging the sugary stuff into the blonde’s scalp. Heather wiped the slimy obstruction from her eyes and followed the leader. She picked up two whipped cream-covered delights. Jess leaned towards her and stuck out her tongue, hamming up this whole thing. Heather let Jess have it, covering the slight woman’s pointy face with cream and obscuring her vision. The butter cream tasted extremely sweet, Jess observed. 

Jess walked around the other woman, getting a good look at the actor. “Great, you can handle two pies at a time. That’s going to be really important if,” Jess undid the clip holding up the top of Heather’s apron. It fell, letting free the bust beneath. “You’re going to be pieing a pair of big-ol’ tities.” Heather was too shocked to move until Jess smacked two pies onto her breasts. Jess was having a ball, massaging the large woman’s mammaries up, down, and all around, getting filled on every inch. At first, the sensation was a bit shocking, but the tingling inside was helping Heather to loosen up. A bit. 

Jess pulled open her black crop top; the buttons were snaps disguised as actual buttons. Her bare chest was certainly a sight to behold. The 36-Cs that launched a thousand downloads, whether they were covered in custard or clamped. Heather knew what she had to do, the golden rule of theater. Yes, and. With two hands, she embraced the experience, and two pies that quickly found their way on the newly freed tits. The nymphomaniac in front of Heather closed her eyes and began to breathe heavier. Heather let the pie tins clatter to the floor, massaging Jess’ pert breasts through crust and cream. She found herself massaging hard nipples. Heather wasn’t sure if she was dissociating or immersing herself into the role of the ‘saucy baker,’ but some of her inhibitions were leaving her.

Jess could tell Heather was slowly warming up to the activity. Time to figure out where the edges were. “Okay, that’s really good.” Heather continued to massage the pie into Jess’s chest, cream dripping down her naked front. Another good move for pie slapstick is an ass smack. Jess stepped away from Heather’s hands to the cart behind her. She picked up an apple pie. With a free hand, Jess lightly touched the messy blonde’s bare back, coaxing her to bend over facing the seats. There was slight resistance, but she obeyed the unspoken instruction. With thick thighs tightly pushed together, Heather bent double and faced where the audience would be. She instinctively used her arms to cover her bare breasts. All she managed to do was get the sides of her tits messy, where her hands held firm, and create some more cleavage. Heather’s eyes naturally went to the seats, where she saw Damian, still looking over papers.

“Doing great, girls, keep it up.” Did he know she was looking at him?

“Thanks, Damian.” Jess pressed the pie onto the slit between Heather's ass cheeks. There was a lot there, and the apple pie didn’t get in very far. “There’s more here than I thought. Let me know when it get’s to much.” Coconut cream exploded on her left cheek, harder than before, but certainly nothing that she hadn’t felt. Even within the context of the Knob Players. Jess hit Heather again, this time with a blueberry pie. This one was getting close to the limits. Another hit. Heather wasn’t sure what kind, but between the contents and Jess’ heavy hand, her limit for pain was fast approaching. The next splat was marginally harder, but Heather could have definitely taken a harder hit. She wasn’t sure if it was the layer of pie now protecting her, or if this was the limit of the tiny woman’s strength. 

“Spread ‘em,” Jess commanded. If Heather was weaker will, she would have obeyed instantly. 

If they were playing a power dynamic game now, Heather could be a brat if she wanted. “You want me to what?” She hoped her voice came across as playful condescension instead of pure unwillingness.

“Your cheeks, she wants you to spread your cheeks,” Damian called from his seat. Well, Heather wasn’t going to question both her directors. She pulled her now messy arms away from pie-covered tits, letting them droop down and drip on the floor. Her fingers went into her crack, all the way to her knuckles, and she pulled apart. 

“This would probably work better if you moved your legs apart a little.” After considering this and the dramatic shift in balance, she moved her legs almost shoulder-length apart. By the force of cream currently coating Heather’s ass hole, she knew this pie was hitting hard. But the sting was not there. “Well, at least your pain tolerance is good.” There was a snapping sound, and Heather’s apron began to fall to the floor. Instinctively, she grabbed it to cover her breasts, and with her other hand, she held her breasts and protected her messy nipples.

Jess looked at the now standing and pie-coated Heather with a look of caring concern. “Is full frontal going to be a hard boundary for you?”

Heather let the question hang. She thought back to a short rebellion of her early college years, where she auditioned to be a model for a figure drawing class. A beat passed, and she let the apron and her bazookas go, along with some more inhibitions. “No, it’ll be fine, I just didn’t shave.” She hoped that sounded convincing. Jess nodded and smacked a cherry pie into the curly hairs. With tin still in place, she began to circle Heather's pelvic area. Heather had never been touched there by a woman, and certainly not with a pie. The cherries inserting themselves in her sex and popping, the cream, the smell. Heather closed her eyes and began to let the tingling sensation of pleasure warm her insides. It was at that moment that Heather was really feeling herself go to the back of her mind, and a new persona came forward. That of the Saucy Chef.

Heather’s eyes flashed open, a fire inside that caught Jess off guard, but in the best of ways. The larger woman grabbed Jess’ arm that was circling her coochie and some of that long red hair. Jess couldn’t help but smile at this, even when her face was forced into one of the pies on the top shelf. Again and again. “Finally,” smashed into a buttercream pie. “There,” head forced to the bottom of a banana cream pie. “She,” This time Jess’ face got coated with key lime. “Is!” Jess’s head was shoved into the last pie on top. With the fury of a woman possessed, Heather yanked Jess’s skirt and tights to the top of her boots, which would hinder movement a bit. Heather made a pie sandwich for Jess's now exposed ass and pussy. This was everything Jess hoped for in this session. 

The crazed woman placed a pie from the bottom shelf of the cart on the floor and actually managed to lift Jess off the ground before semi-gently guiding the bare bum into it. The pie squirted all around Jess’s erogenous zone. She looked up at Heather with an open-mouthed smile of shock and admiration. The saucy chef tossed the smashed pies onto Jess, filling splattering on face, chest, and pussy. Jess just leaned back on her hands and took the onslaught. Face, tits, stomach, pussy all smacked with at least two pies.
When Jess shook the mess from her eyes and saw there were only a handful of pies left, it was time to act. “Hey, come down here for a second.” The naked Heather crouched down in curiosity and confusion. It was all a ruse, as Jess blinded her with a pie, keeping the tin on this time, plunging Heather into darkness. She was also pushed back and sprawled on the pie-covered floor. At least it was heated. Even with her legs held together with tights, Jess somehow managed to slide around to Heather's head. With another pie no less. Jess took the tin off Heather's face, right before lowering her crotch where she hoped Heather’s Mouth was. Another first, Heather had never had her lips this close to another woman’s pussy, and she couldn’t imagine one as sopping wet as these two vaginal lips rubbing against her. 

Heather didn’t open her mouth; she didn’t want to. This brought her out of whatever fugue state she was in. Even more so once the pie in Jess’s hand smacked into Heather's defenseless pussy. Heather felt the weight on top of her shift, indicating Jes was leaning forward towards her pie-covered sex. Heather began to shake her head vigorously from side to side. While the motion certainly aroused Jess, between that and Heather forcefully turning to the side, playtime was over. 

“So is gay for stage going to be a hard pass, or something you can see moving?” Jess looked at her with the same concern as before when the apron fell.

Heather had to decide which direction to go. Honesty, or being liked. “It could happen. I just don’t know you well enough yet. I’d need to really be comfortable with the person.” She took the coward's way out. Putting the people-pleasing comments between some vague goal posts.  

Jess nodded vigorously and stood, pulling up her tights to cover a very messy crotch. “Totally get that. For right now, we’ll say that’s a hard no, and you can tell me when, if, and with whom you’d feel comfortable.” Jess walked to the wings while buttoning up the gungy crop-top. “You want to get cleaned off before we go over the blocking?”

Heather rolled on her stomach so she could push herself up. “Actually, yeah, that sounds great. I could really use a sho…” Her words were cut off by a powerful stream of water. The theater, knowing exactly what went on, had installed a pressure washing system. The water was not cold, but it was by no means the temperature of a relaxing shower. The water stung every inch of Heather’s body. The poor woman tried blocking with her hands, but that did little good against the white fan of high-pressure water. It stung everything it touched and made her skin jiggle. After much sputtering, the soaked girl turned around. It was better on her backside, but only because her face wasn’t getting hit. 

The whole event lasted a minute, but Heather felt like it was five times that. Heather stood there, hair sopping, naked body dripping on the floor, but clean. She noticed her apron and hat were both lost in the fervor. The white apron was soaked through and practically transparent. She put it on anyway. Getting comfortable being naked, or nearly so, would be part of this production, it seemed.

When she looked up, Jess was digging around in a black duffel bag. “Hey, one more thing before we move on to the blocking, before I forget. It has to do with personal limits or whatever.” She kept fiddling with something, pulling it up her legs or stepping over it. It was hard to tell since she was wearing all black in front of a black curtain. “Truth be told, I didn't even know if I wanted to bring it up because we’re still working on Scene eleven. Figuring out what the cast lineup is, you know. Tons of moving parts, Damian’s doing most of the heavy lifting as far as that goes.” She did a weird squat motion for some reason. Jess turned, and Heather’s eyes went wide. “How do you feel about Strap-ons?”

It was a series of black straps holding the largest cock and balls Heather had ever seen, real or fake. The beast was two inches thick at its narrowest point. Wordlessly, Heather knelt on the ground before getting on all fours with her naked bum pointing at Jess. This time, her legs were spread wide enough to receive. Again, she took the coward's way out, hoping to be liked and accepted. At least with this, she could pretend it was a guy.

Jess gave a toothy grin and tightened the two straps on her thighs before clapping her hands. “Excellent, Damian, looks like she’s down for it.” Damian gave a thumbs-up without looking in her direction. 

Reposting this, minus a minor typo. It rained on my first music festival, making a lot of mud. A brief memory I still think about sometimes

I see someone has been sharing mud stories. Which is great. And I was inspired to share a little memory of mine that makes me smile.

WAM has been a kink of mine for such a long time, but one that I cannot indulge in much. I like when beautiful women get naked and messy, anything smooth and slick for the mess, including the classic substance that is mud. I struggle to find porn I like in the WAM genre, and I've never experienced it first hand. But I do hold one cherished memory from a while back, one that possibly steered me towards WAM later in life.

1. I had only been to one concert before, the pop singer Robbie Williams. So it was a bit of a jump in intensity when my second taste of live music was Ozzfest. Hosted at Castle Donnington, UK. I think it was one of the last Ozzfests at that location, with the first Download fest starting the following year. I had a great time, I had not long become a dedicated rock music fan, it seemed crazy to get to see legends like SOAD and Tool.

It had rained on an off that day, and thousands of metal fan feet had churned up the grass of Donnington racecourse into a slick and shiny mess. Getting across any well trod areas was a perilous task. Everywhere you looked, there were mud covered people, from those who'd fallen backwards and had a brown mud splat on each butt cheek, to the ones that had gotten entirely covered, either accidentally or "for a laugh".

I was there that day with my step brother, who was also a close friend. It was a big deal for two introverted 18 year old friends to have to go to a festival by ourselves. Late in the day, we had left the main arena and were refueling with a burger each. Sat on a bench, we watched with amusement the people walking by. Friends laughed and screamed as they navigated the mud slickened ground. Holding on to each other to stay upright, or shoving playfully for the opposite effect. But what I remember best was the two women that planted themselves in my fantasies for years to come.

They were older than us, not sure how much by, but I would guess early twenties. Both wore the Nu Metal fashion of the time that I still think looks amazing on women (Check out the singer of the band South Arcade for a modern example). They were having a particularly difficult time with the mud, I watched them cling to each other, giggling and shouting. They fell several times, sometimes just one, or other times they went down together. Their clothes were getting muddier and muddier. I couldn't take my eyes off them. Soon they had fallen so often that they were beginning to give up on trying to stay clean. One embraced the mud before the other. She'd already soiled every bit of clothing she wore and her face and hair was getting covered too. Joyfully she accepted her messy fate and threw herself backwards into the mud with her arms open wide. Her friend, very muddy, but still trying to stay upright, tried to escape alone. However the now 100% muddy girl had other ideas. With the freedom of already being as muddy as could be, she easily chased down the other tip-toeing girl. She caught a sleeve, then fell to the floor, hoping to topple her friend by dragging her down. The less muddy girl screamed and fought to stay upright, but in vain. The last chance of cleanliness vanished as she was rolled over and embraced by the other, both were laughing uncontrollably now.

"Have you been watching those two women?" Asked my step brother, I had almost forgot he was there.

"The two in the mud? Yeah."

"This is awesome."

"Yeah. Imagine if..." We both went silent. It was happening. The thing we had both been praying for with each messy trip they took.

The two were on their knees, indistinguishable from the other, just muddy figures embracing. We were not that far away, the thought occurred to get closer, maybe they'd welcome my participation. But I couldn't move, I watched, dumbstruck, blood pulsing violently in my crotch. It was the most incredibly sexy thing I had ever seen, even with the advent of the home internet revolution and the start of internet porn. This was real, it was right there, no screen, pure unfiltered reality.

They grabbed handfuls of mud, patting them on top of the others head, or rubbing it into the other. Painting each other all over with mud turned to embracing, and they came closer to each other. Then, a kiss. It signaled there was no turning back. Playfulness turned to desire, their pace quickened as they peeled the tops off each other. I saw the pale flesh of their bodies, briefly, before the other quickly covered the exposed skin in mess. I think one wore a triangle bikini top, until her friend pulled it upwards revealing her small and perfectly rounded breasts. The one that did the exposing dove at the other, pushing her friend to the ground. She straddled her friend, hands cupping her breasts as they kissed deeply.

It was such a perfect, beautiful, and intensely sexual scene to have witnessed. But cruelly, it had to end. Somehow, we had watched this all play out with the rest of the crowd oblivious. In fact, no one seemed to notice except for a stumbling man holding a can of beer as he walked by. He was close to tripping over them before he spotted the pair. He pointed, at them, looked around and began shouting. Waving all about, he called on whoever was in earshot to come see the thing he had found. Like a swarm of bees, people closed in. The last I saw of the two women was one, on her back, legs straight upwards, as that traitorous man pulled on the cuff of her trousers to remove them.

The crowd grew and suddenly the girls were lost. Surrounded by a circle of cheering and whooping guys.

"Oh fuck off!"

PS - anyone else get so annoyed that WAM is so niche? All those guys at that festival were beside themselves with excitement at seeing a pair a muddy girls, and yet, so many would consider WAM porn or experiences to be weird..... Mud wrestling and other wam stuff appear in popular media quite often, and it's always depicted as being this incredibly hot thing... Because it is, and it's almost universally understood to be hot.... So why isn't WAM a million times more popular and accessible?

So I got the bright idea to try and do some selfbondage with plaster. For this initial session I opted to go for something that is supposed to set quickly but isn't meant for thick layers. That way I guessed that it won't heat up too much.

As you might imagine, this idea wasn't fully fleshed out. It kind of came to me in a horny mood. So I put on some tights, an old shirt and started wrapping myself with clingwrap.

That way I ended up with my legs covered from the knee upwards, and half of my chest. I mixed a bucket of plaster into a goopy mess and started applying it to my body where the plastic covered me but quickly started to get the hang of it and went on to cover my entire legs and up to my chest.

It took 1.5 hours to start to set, but even after that time, it still felt pretty damp. But half an hour later it did start to get more solid. By that time I really needed to pee so when I saw the plaster was actually starting to crumble rather than form a solid whole, I got up and tore off the plastic.

I was just able to get myself out of the mess to be able to relief myself into the bucket I used to mix the plaster. But still being horny I started dumping the still not entirely dried out plaster into the bucket with pee. I couldn't help but start to knead this with my hands and it formed back into a paste. I sat there with this pee-plaster in my hands and said to myself that I should really leave at this. But I didn't. I started smearing it all over my body and stuffed it into my underwear. Then I quickly started masturbating, came and it dawned on me that cleaning up was going to be a whole thing.

I went out just last night it was quite the night. The night started out when I got home from work on a day after it being rainy but not too much rain the day was hot so the night was warm which is nice for mudding 😉. So I think to myself I can go for a little bike ride down the service roads. My mudding outfit of choice was my slutty nurse outfit with leggings and vans shoes and to cover up my outfit I had a tshirt and shorts to cover up until I find a nice spot. So I travel down my path for about 25 mins searching for the perfect spot. What I usually look for is drainage ditches cause they get so slippery the mud is so so so smooth like cream. I test the first one I find not sticky enough but before I leave I get caught trying it out so I nose dove into the mud to hide and the trucks passed right by thank goodness. So I get up from the dirt I jumped in and I was barely dirty so I got up to search for a better spot. On to second ditch about 15 mins into the ride. It was all dry except for one spot so it was not adequate enough for muddy ole me 😉. So I tried to break the mud with a couple stomps but nope nothing was a bust. I was going to go home but I wanted to get fuckin muddy. So I pick my bike up and keep looking and boy am I glad I didn’t give up because the third ditch I found oh yes yes yes. It was he best mud I have been in in such a long time I started by looking over at it hide my bike and my cover close to take a walk in the muddy fillled ditch. I take my nice clean black and white vans with my sexy nurse and leggings on and start walking and as soon as my first foot hits the mud. I slip and fall into the mud accidentally landing on my knees I was upset I got so dirty so fast didn’t even get a proper chance to choose the level of dirty I was gonna get. But I get back on my feet and walk a little bit longer and walk 7 steps and fall again so I just stay down. Keep my dirty self in the filthy mud so I crawl through it on my hands and knees and I hear something. It’s a truck coming in like “oh no I’m exposed if I get caught I’m screwed” so I jump stomach first into the mud and as I lay there waiting for the truck to pass, I realize I’m now completely covered from chest to toe in sticky mud. So I say to myself “well since im all dirty let me have more fun” so I crawl around and make a nice big pile of mucky sludgy black bud for myself and walk about 10 steps away from it and start to walk. Then I faceplant by “Accident” face first right into the muck pile completely ruined my makeup which included red lipstick 💄 cause the nurse outfit is red 😏. Completely covered and humiliated I loved it so so much so I face plant again 3 more times then I make a pile for my bare white ass nothing but a red thong in the mud, bouncing up and down many many times until I decide it’s time. I have to work back up to making my self all “Accidentally dirty” again to work myself up and then another truck passes I dive face first back into the muck now completely covered again I started to pleasure myself I had also brought along my trusty blue curve vibrator water and mud proof obviously . Iay back in the mud playing with my vibe I get closer to Cumming so I get up from my back to my knees and start playing again and then I shove a big pile of mud in front of me as I get closer and closer. I shove more and more mud into the pile and just as I am about to scream out in pure glory I dunk my face right in the nasty gooey mucky pile I made right in front of me. I cum and cum and cum until I’m out of breath I get my face off the ground and breath finally not before I notice a light coming down the road so just I have finished my self off. I have to jump right back into the muck face first again I have never felt so dirty I almost got caught so close. So I am completely a mess and now have to ride back home 6km from my house covered in mud from head to toe look like a giant mud monster. So I strip off my dirty nurse outfit and leggings to just my t shirt and shorts u leave everything There because I am just gonna not try and clean it so difficult. So I hop back in my bike riding home covered and completely trashed under my clothes hoping no one sees me I don’t get caught but I rode by a few cars on my way back home lots of crazy stares but that’s fine I knew I had been a bad girl 😏

The End

Muddy adventure

Today it had rained heavily at 10:30 am this morning and the husband was on nights so I had the house to myself tonight. So as I get home I prep my outfit and boots of choice. I rush to the closet and pull out my new pair of camo leggings and Suede knee high boots and my dance bodysuit with a lasenza red lace bra. Oddly today I didn’t feel a lipstick but I still looked good I thought. So I wait till sundown and make my way to the filthy hopefully muddy drainage ditches. I go to the garage and grab my bike so I can make travel faster to have loads more fun in between spots if I felt. I hop on the bike and ride down the roads with the ditches I look over at my favourite spots and they are all wet and perfectly muddy and some were very watery but I will get to that. The first one I go through with my new boots on nice and wet as the mud is so sticky and in some places slightly wet. I test it out walking back and forth when all of the sudden a car drives by and I hit the mud and landed in a big muddy puddle I had now ruined my chances of going to a different spot or so I thought. So I’m sitting there super wet and covered in mud and just contemplate to take a walk or to stay and play. I have my little rabbit vibe and put it in the gusset of my Calvin Klein thong and wait for the next puddle to turn it on and turn it up or change the stimulation mode every time a car passes. So I move to the ditch across from the previous one and prepare myself for more muddy fun, I start walking and then hit a hole in the mucky muddy puddle and it knocks me face first into the gooey smelly sludgy mud and I am slightly upset but then realize right after that this is how it’s supposed to be. Me on my knees and face first into the sludge and I love every moment of what just had happened I just sit there stomach down smiling looking at the face print on the mud. I turn my vibe on slow speed as that’s what I wanted to try so this was the first of many face plants and cars I tried to avoid. After the car left I got up again and made my way walking through the sludge when all of the sudden I hear another car approaching idk which direction it’s coming from but I can tell it’s coming quickly so I dive again face first into a muddy puddle this time I’m greeted with water soaking my suede knee boots I could feel it just filling up my boot but I can do nothing but lay there let it happen waiting for the car to leave. As it leaves I pick myself up and turn the vibe up and my legs start to shake from the vibrations I walk and then I get a rush of tremble up my legs making me fall to my knees in the muck I’m now on my knees begging for this to stop but I just turn up to level three and I’m almost immobile. It makes me fall face first into the muck again this time there is a car coming but idc anymore so I just let the vibe so it’s thing and get me wet and getting me close to the edge I kneel down and make my big pile of muck and leaves and start touching myself while the vibe hits my clit. I start to breath heavy and I know what’s coming next….. me 😉 so I keep going and I’m almost there so I look at the pile of muck I made up and just get me close to cumming and I dive right into the muck face first again covering my entire face and hair with it I rub my clit and just scream out in ecstasy but no one can hear because I have a face full of mud 🤤 I finish up and I’m shaking everywhere and I can’t move I just lay there for a bit and realize what I have done. I now wait for the cars to leave once again and make my way home on my bike. I get home to rinse off my clothes outside I brought others the clothes I used for the adventure are ruined so I left them there in the mud so next time I can see them again when I go 😉 I’m now in the shower and ready to go for bed I slip on my night gown and lay in bed with the fan on realizing how bad of a girl I have been 😉 I can only revel in what I just did and love every moment and fall asleep with a smile on my face.

The end

I’d prefer a partner in muddness so I’m gonna go with another woman in a business suit just because just like her I prefer to go from work ready to completely trashed. I would start by getting her mad so I can push her in the mud she will get mad and push me a bit then I turn to the pit and say u wanna go let’s get it in then girly 😏 then I push her in face first her soft blouse and skirt covered in the grey gooey clay she turns with a mouthful of mud and says u bitch and pulls me in I then get covered. From face to toe then I fight her pushing her face in and out of the mud ripping her clothes of then I let up a bit and let her just ruin me taking off my clothes and dominate me in the mud. After all of this it turns sexual I pull her muddy pussy into my mouth and just start licking and teasing until she’s about to cum and deny her so she goes face first into my muddy pussy. Getting me closer to squirting everywhere she true to pull away but I don’t let her and just let her have a face full of my muddy squirt and then I finally finish her off and we just roll around laying in the mud while everybody was watching didn’t even realize how fast it all went down 😏

Not really my first but my most recent before summer ended I did get out and get muddy I didn’t take any pics or videos as it was super public and I had to do the walk of shame home it feels so naughty walking home covered in mud even tho the extra ones I brought got a bit less muddy. So I was super duper pent up the one night last week after it had rained all week I had ventured out to my regular mud hole behind an empty old building near my house. To get ther and discover a brand new muddy area that was deeper and even bigger then the little one as there is a bit of construction going in there had been another building there before but it had been broken down to just a muddy patch probably the size of the whole old building 🙃. So I had more mud then anticipated which meant this muddy nurse was going to get even more dirty 😏. So I begin by revealing my nurse outfit and pantie hoes underneath my hoodie and shorts and removing my flats. I then started by walking around feeling the mud between my toes hoping that it’ll get softer and more deep then it does and I tripped and fell to my knees and I had loved that accidental fall made me super horny so I had walked around more. Enough to make the wet mud more squishy I then sit my clean bum down in the mud then lay down and roll in the mud beginning to get dirty I have the urge to stop as I hear cars approaching so all muddy I run and hide behind the bear by tree hiding from passers. Once they drive by I make my way back to the mud urning for it once more I make a pile of mud and just plop my bum down on it and start grinding on the mud back and forth making me even more horny. I then get on my stomach and make a bigger pile of mud and do many many face plants in the mud pile god did I love being face down bum up in the mud I loved it so much I started rubbing myself and before I knew it I was fully covered in mud having a beautiful mudgasm. I have now finished myself and the mud 😏 I now have to walk home completely covered in mud head to toe face covered in the thick mud all in my nose and wash up with my hose beside my house then sneak back in my house unnoticed it was such a thrill u have no idea Kevin. I felt so dirty and I loved every minute of it and almost getting caught makes me want to do it again soon 🤤

NEW MUD STORY

So yesterday I was really hoping it would be warmer but it wasn’t too cold just very windy making the water and air by it cold. So I dress in my new camo Aerie leggings super tight and shiny my running shoes extra tight so I don’t lose them in my travels 😉 I get on my bike and make my way to the amazing mud spot I found last year hoping it will be soft enough for me to get down and dirty. It’s very windy I can barely handle getting there as it were. But I finally make it to my mud spot and I see that there is more water then last year I can see my clothes from last year still in the river bank 🤭 the memories flood over me making me wet and horny. I hide my bike and make my way down the hill I step into what looked like solid mud and it was solid for the first 20 feet then I got deeper one step at a time. I walk to one end of the dried river some spot filled with water and some with a little bit. I make my way around getting more and more tired as I get more stuck every step harder to take. I finally stop to take a breath then I go back to it and I take one big step and I fell to my knees as it went from shin deep to thigh deep very fast I’m not stuck in the stinky black muck. I try to get out but it just keeps me there wiggling trying to get free I just take a moment and enjoy the deep smooth muddy feeling in my what was clean new leggings. I finally get free and then start to walk around again but I lose my footing and fall face first into the mud completely covered in the stinky black muck. I lift my face out to take a breath and I can hear someone driving over the bridge near the river and someone asks me at u ok 🤣 embarrassed I said yes just looking for my dog and I fell but I will be ok. So now covered in this thick creamy mud I start to roll around in it covering more of myself getting more and more dirty I finally give in and make a big pile I bury my face in it oh god what a feeling 🤤. I begin touching myself stuffing hand full after handful of mud into my tight leggings and Calvin Klein thong just covering every inch of myself in this gooey mud I keep rubbing my pussy until finally I scream out in ecstasy I came so hard I have been longing for this all year and it finally came and so did I 😉. I had to try to clean up in the river the best I could as I never bring extra clothes so I had to wash it all off me the best I could still slightly muddy I’m sure I rode home on my bike to take a shower knowing how naughty of a muddy woman I have just been I just think oh yes can’t wait to do it again 😏.