Pergola of Gunge, by SpinyNorman (SpinyNorman_and_Frilly@compuserve.com) Gill looked up at the bamboo framework above her with its array of paper bags hanging above her. She shivered with excitement as the bags swayed gently in the warm breeze. She was lying on her back in a small inflatable pool. Her body clad only in a red shiny bikini which glistening after pouring several bottles of corn oil over her skin, her hair fanned out in a pool of shiny, slimy liquid. She wriggled in the oil feeling it flow under her head, shoulders and buttocks. She had come up with this idea while she was at work and it had become difficult to think of anything else since then. The mechanics were simple, a small framework of bamboo canes out of the garden lashed together, with paper bags full of jam, custard, rice pudding and other assorted gunges suspended from them. This was then placed over the pool to form a lattice work tunnel. Then a quick scramble underneath the bags and into the pool before the bags began to split. Gill lay there looking up at the bags as they swayed gently in the warm breeze. Beads of sweat built up on her forehead as her anticipation rose. The oil had begun to seep into her bikini bottoms and a golden slime was beginning to creep up the red material in between her legs. She reached down with her hand and massaged the slickness into her mound with gentle circular movements. She sighed softly, and slipped a greasy had underneath the cup of her bikini top, stroking her nipple. SPLAT! Suddenly one of the bags broke and a large dollop of custard landed onto her stomach, smothering her navel and splashing over the lower part of her breasts. She jerked wildly at first with the shock, then both of her hands were rubbing the custard over her stomach and up over her bikini covered breasts. Gill glanced up just in time to see another bag begin to split allowing small amounts of strawberry jam to escape.. The bag was hanging directly above her chin but she wriggled up just in time to allow the contents to hit her directly on her breasts with a satisfying thud. Her custard covered hand came up to her chest and spread the jam over her bikini top. She smoothed the jam over the material feeling the dampness penetrate through to her skin. Gill lifted up the left cup and scooped jam underneath the material massaging it into her breast. Her hands explored the sensation of the sticky mess both inside and outside of her bikini. She scrapped the jam up towards her face and lifting her chin she spread the jam over neck and cheeks. She had just inserted four sticky fingers into her mouth tasting he sweetness when another load of gunge exploded onto her thighs. With her chin grinding the jam into her upper chest, her hand went down to her thighs to find out what the latest offering was. She lifted her legs slightly still keeping the soles of her feet flat down in the corn oil. She began to rub her thighs and soon realised that they were now coated in porridge. She spread the mixture to the inside of her thighs and up towards her crotch. As she drew the mixture closer she pulled the gusset of her bikini bottoms to one side and rubbed the porridge into her exposed pussy. Gill began to heave and writhe as she gathered up more of the mess and forced it into the crotch of her bikini. She then let it snap back into place and worked at her mound with both hands. Her hands became more and more frantic. She reached up and gathered a handful of jam from out of the top of her bikini and thrust it down the front of her pants. She ran her fingers up and down the crease of her vulva occasionally slipping two fingers into her soaking wet pussy. Gill arched her back a little as the pleasure mounted and then she settled back into the pool with a slight squelch. She opened her eyes and watched mesmerised as a bag full of thick dark treacle slowly gave way and a huge tear shaped mass of treacle landed right in the middle of her bikini bottoms. She placed a finger in the sticky pile, stirring up the treacle. She parted the two halves of her top exposing her jam covered breasts and scooped two generous helping of syrup onto each of her nipples. Suddenly the wind gusted a little and she noticed that another bag was at breaking point and about to empty its contents over her left breast. Gill managed just in time to get her face under the bag and was rewarded with a face full of thick whipping cream. She licked her lips as she rubbed the cream into her face and hair. She was laughing now and writhing about in the pool, her hand massaging quickly all over her body. Gill reached down and began to work her panties down her thighs as another bag burst, a generous portion of ketchup landing on her upraised knees and cascading over her face and breasts. She finally got her bikini bottoms down and spread her legs wide. "Here it is" she called to one of the bags above her. She opened her legs as far as they would go, rubbing her clit as her legs bounced up and down slightly as she tried to force her legs as far apart as possible. "Hit my pussy now" she shouted as a bag split and rice pudding splattered straight onto her wide open crotch. "Oh yesss" she cried, and then as she settled back to work the pudding into her mound she whispered "nice shot". Gills fingers left her clit for a while and she worked a finger inside her pussy. With her other hand she massaged the multi coloured goo into her face and breasts. She was breathing faster and more deeply now, and a second and third finger took up the rhythm inside her. She removed her fingers and bought her knees up towards her breasts, she tried to reach past her pussy, but while she could manage to stroke her butt, she couldn't penetrate herself. Pulling the last part of her bikini off she rolled over and raised herself up on to her hands and knees. She looked down into the goo at the bottom of the pool, and licking her lips she plunged her face into it. She slopped her face from side to side, her hair spraying the mess everywhere. She burrowed down into it making the most wild snorting noises as she laughed and giggled. Suddenly another bag burst and something very thick and gooey landed squarely on to her butt. She groaned as she reached behind and worked one finger into her small tight hole. She continued to work the finger around inside her as wallowed her face in the goo. Gill reached between her legs, her face to one side , as she once again found her pussy with her fingers, both of her entrances now being worked frantically. Her legs almost gave way so she flipped over on to her back with a splash. She still worked away at her pussy, whilst her other hand roved over her body. Another bag burst and then another. Treacle and more custard exploded on to her body as she bucked and jerked with each impact. Gills back arched as her fingers once again concentrated on her clit. She began to stroke her nipples softly before the whole thing subsided and she settled back with a sigh. She looked up. All of the bags had burst. She stroked her body gently and closed her eyes. Clouds had begun to gather and as she lay there it started to rain. "What a perfect climax" she mused to her self. -------------------------------------- Back to Shokolada's Messy Stories archive (http://chocmess.com/splosh/messyarc.htm)