I’ve seen all the new story postings here etc etc etc.
Peanut Butter Betty by MessyBoy
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Betty stared at her friend Cindy with disbelief. “What?” she asked. “I said,” Cindy repeated, “that I read that you can use peanut butter to improve your complexion.” She pointed at the piece of paper in her hand, which appeared to be a computer printout, but which Betty could not read from across the room.
“Peanut…butter?” Betty said incredulously. To her, peanut butter had always been merely something to toss between two pieces of bread. Certainly, she liked peanut butter. When the school menu for the next day appeared to be less-than-appetizing, she usually went with a peanut butter sandwich as a backup choice. But as a skin treatment?
“That’s what it says,” said Cindy. “Since you’re going to try out for the cheerleading squad this year, I figure you should try whatever might work.”
Betty nodded. It was a little strange, but cheerleading tryouts *were* going to take place at the beginning of the school year, and she *did* want to look her best. Not that her skin really needed anything, or any other part of her for that matter. Her golden curls were just long enough to turn heads, while not so long that they would get in the way during complicated routines. Her legs were smooth and firm, the work of many an hour spent running and cycling, two of her favorite hobbies. And of course her breasts were the envy of half the school—just the right size, they fit comfortably into her bra—while some of the girls in her grade still didn’t even need bras. But back to her skin—it was tanned slightly, just enough to create that warm, sunny tone. And not a single mark—no dimples, no moles, and of course no pimples—marked its smooth, silky surface. But still…she had heard that the tryouts were awfully difficult….”All right,” said Betty, “I’ll give it a try, when I get home.”
“Okay,” replied Cindy, secretly pleased, “and you can let me know how it goes?” Betty nodded. Cindy was no beauty, but they were good friends and they always shared beauty tips.
The conversation turned to other matters, and while it wasn’t in her mind constantly, Betty had not forgotten the peanut butter. When she finally got home that night, she headed for the pantry to check on the peanut-butter supply, holding Cindy’s computer printout in her hand. Betty lived alone a lot of the time—she was an only daughter and both her parents worked full time, and often went out to long dinner parties on some nights. This was one of those nights, so Betty could be guaranteed privacy to experiment. She read the printout, which had some technical gobbeldygook about skin textures, which she ignored. It went on to state that the best brand to work with would be Jif, and of course to use creamy, not chunky.
The printout also said that it could be done either clothed or naked. Betty pondered that. Of course it would probably be best to try it naked, but somehow the idea of being covered in peanut butter with her clothes on attracted her. She shrugged and decided to give it a go. She had, after all, many old outfits which she would never dream of wearing again. She walked out of the kitchen and into her room. Pulling off her shirt, she undid her bra—which was still usable—letting her ample chest out into the air of her room. She pulled off her jeans and panties, exposing her entire smooth body to the house. Walking up to the mirror, she examined herself, either found or imagined a few faults in her skin, and walked back to the dresser. For her experiment she chose a rather old but still wearable pair of pink panties, a pair of jeans which was a little bit too small for her and had a small stain on it from when they painted the garage, and a faded tie-dye t-shirt which had just gone out of style. At last she was ready.
Walking back to the kitchen, she pulled open the pantry and somehow managed to find three whole unopened jars of Jif peanut butter. She grabbed two and walked to the bathroom. She shut the door, for no real reason—as stated above, there was no one home—and sat down in the large bathtub which was all her own. In fact, most of the upstairs floor, except a storage room, was all her own—her parents made a good bit of money. She sat up against the back of the tub and opened the first jar, setting the other one down on the floor of the tub.
She smelled the slight aroma of the peanut butter and felt a twinge of what felt like arousal. She shrugged it off as nervousness and prepared to get messy. As she brought her right hand to the top of the jar, her mind flashed back to a childhood desire to push her hand down into a jar of peanut butter, and decided that this was the time to indulge it. She reached down into the thick, gooey stuff, and felt a rush of pleasure. She moved her hand around under the surface, felt the peanut butter becoming less resistant and allowing her hand to slide around in its wonderful embrace. After a minute she pulled out her hand and saw it covered completely with the peanut butter. With a slight effort she pulled her fingers apart and saw that the coating extended even across the area where her fingers had been together. Deciding to get on with it, she set the jar down, reached over, and began to rub the peanut butter up her left arm. Unconsciously following the printout’s instructions, she began smoothing it out, making a thin, obscuring coat over every bit of her arm. As she completed this she found herself aware of a warm wetness at her crotch and began to wonder just what effect the peanut butter was having on her. She decided she would find out soon enough, and again reached into the jar. This time she just grabbed a big glob of the stuff, and held it over her right leg. In a few seconds, the glob fell out of her hand and impacted into her knee with a wonderful “plop,” leaving a good bit still attached to her hand. She began rubbing it all up and down her leg, getting more from the jar when necessary, until her legs, like her arm, were completely coated. She brought her legs together and slid them against each other, not without effort. The slow sliding, almost slimy sensation, made her feel very, very good. Now unable—or unwilling—to deny the effects of the peanut butter on her sexual chemistry, she decided to go a little further. The feeling of the “filth” on her jeans was pleasureful, yes, but she wanted more on her bare skin. Seeing that the first jar was almost empty, she tossed it aside and picked up the second one, then opened it. Setting it down, she used her messy hands to pull off her jeans. Getting them unbuttoned with her sticky hands was no easy task, but she managed, in the process getting little streaks of the peanut butter all over her t-shirt and waistline. She then stopped.
She had gotten the jeans messy before taking them off—why not the t-shirt and panties as well? She noticed as she thought this that her panties were indeed quite damp and her crotch quite warm. Feeling very, very naughty, she reached into the second jar, again enjoying its sensual pleasures, and pulled out an enormous glob of the stuff. Placing her hand on her breast, she smeared off most of the peanut butter, and then sent both hands to work massaging her mammaries through the fabric, in the process ruining her once-almost-beautiful shirt, and also making herself very hot. Finally she gave up on the shirt and pulled it off, leaving only her pink panties.
Deciding to take a different angle with the panties, she gathered up some of the peanut butter sitting on the floor of the tub, as well as some from the jar, and placed a big glob on the floor. Raising herself up, she then sat down, right on the small pile of peanut butter. She felt it smoosh up around her and a wave of indescribable anticipation struck her. Practically ripping the panties off, she made another pile and sat down again, this time with nothing between her and the peanut pleasure pile. She moaned as she felt her firm, naked ass, sink into the peanut butter, and moaned even harder as she felt the peanut butter come up into her ass. Trembling, she reached over to the now-half-empty second jar and pulled out most of its contents, bringing them up to her beautiful, naked chest, and smeared the sticky, gooey goodness all over herself. Her nipples had been hard before—she had barely noticed—but now they were like rocks. She smeared long and hard, covering herself in that wonderful, sensual coating of peanut butter. Finally she orgasmed, shivering in intense pleasure. As she came out of her wave of delight, she realized that she had yet to do her face, crotch, and naked legs, and she was practically out of peanut butter. Standing up, not caring what sort of mess she might make, she stepped out of the tub, tracking peanut butter as she went. She opened the door, leaving peanut butter all over the door handle, and stepped out into the hall.
Now, while Betty had chosen to stock up from the downstairs kitchen, she had a small pantry of her own upstairs for curing the munchies during late-night study sessions. It was to this that she went, in the process leaving little blobs of peanut butter all over. She reached the pantry, pulled it open, and evaluated its contents, breathing rapidly. She saw one half-empty and one unopened jar of peanut butter, grabbed both, and set them on the floor. She wanted more. Completely oblivious to the mess she was making of the wooden and tiled floors, she made her way downstairs, and opened the pantry, only to find—Cindy, standing next to the pantry and scanning the printout which Betty had left there. Cindy looked up, gasped, and giggled. “How’s it working?” she asked with a blush.
Betty could only blush and moan, “It feels….so….goood…I need moooore…”
Cindy giggled again and took off her backpack. As she opened it, she explained, “I came over to see how you were doing and to get that makeup you were going to let me try. Since my dad works in a peanut butter factory we always have a bunch of it around the house, so I grabbed a few jars on my way out. I thought that I could try it with you, maybe.”
Betty gasped as Cindy pulled out of the backpack not one, not two, not three, but four beautiful cans of Jif peanut butter. Without a word, Betty grabbed them and raced upstairs, not seeing Cindy pull out several more jars and start slowly following her.
Back in the bathtub, Betty opened all six cans, four of them Cindy’s and two of them her own, and sighed in sheer happiness as she pulled out the contents of one jar after another, making an *enormous* pile on the floor of the tub in front of her. Spreading it out a little, she sat up, took a deep breath, and pushed herself downward, face-first, into the peanut butter.
That gave Cindy the opportunity to slip into the bathroom without being noticed and take up a silent observation post next to the bathtub, as Betty smeared herself around and around in the peanutty mess. She was always good at holding her breath for a long time and for a good minute she wallowed in the sticky mess, enveloping everything that wasn’t already enveloped—except her hair—in the wonderful, tasty, fantastic peanut butter. Finally she drew herself out. Her eyes still covered, she didn’t see Cindy slipping out of her clothes, revealing her attractive, if not outright sexy, figure. She did, however, feel Cindy reaching over to wipe the goo out of her eyes, and gasped at the sight of her friend’s nakedness. They had of course seen each other naked before but given the circumstances, it was a bit of a surprise. However, Betty was too close to another orgasm to be in any way fazed by this, and simply leaned back, leaving goo all over the back of the tub and giving Cindy room to step in and sit down in the pile which until then bore a vague impression of Betty’s body. As Cindy got in Betty saw that she was carrying six more jars of peanut butter, and moaned as Cindy opened two of them to go through her own pleasures. Cindy orgasmed there in the peanut butter, while coating her ass, and after the wave of pleasure subsided, she silently took the remaining four jars, opened them all, and dumped their contents in her now-brown lap. She slowly slid her way closer to the entranced Betty, and suddenly was lying in her arms. Betty expressed some surprise but as Cindy began massaging her clit with the wonderful peanut butter she forget everything, and simply grabbed more globs of the peanut butter to further goo-ify their gooey embrace. They slid around each other in the sticky mess, feeling a pleasure which neither had ever felt the like of before. As each mouth found its way to the other person’s body, they simply moaned in delight and indulged the wonderful pull of the sticky, sensual peanut butter. They orgasmed simultaneously, in a final burst of supreme pleasure, and then, feeling spent, they both collapsed away from each other and into the mess.
Ten minutes later, still lying there, Cindy admitted that she had constructed the whole situation to give her a chance to experiment with messy substances—she had written the printout herself and there was no real benefit from peanut butter on the skin, although she had made sure it would do no harm. Smiling, Betty said simply that she didn’t mind at all, and that if Cindy ever had any more experiments she wanted to try, she was available. After a moment, she added that she might have some experiments of her own…
The End
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*MessyBoy*
