A Very Messy Birthday Present

At last, the last person left and I closed the door. Returning to the living room, I found Ayumi lying where I'd left her, cum all over and in her pussy and leaking from her arse, and beneath the mask of semen her face was flushed red with excursion and the countless orgasms she'd had. On her instructions I placed the now brimming bowl of cold jism in the microwave for a couple of minutes, wanting to warm it up to the temperature it was when it left the body, and returned to my girlfriend.

She smiled at me as I looked down at her again, so I knelt between her legs, leant over her cum stained clothes and kissed her on the lips. I could taste the salty sweetness of the semen on her tongue, and then shifted myself down, collecting a few smears on my 'school uniform' as well, to look at her pussy. It was soaked in jism, her short pubic hair bedraggled and clumped together with white jellyish lumps, her inner thighs wet too from both her own and the men's juices. As I watched, another bit of semen dribbled out from her labia. In all it looked too tasty to resist, so I buried my face in her bush, stickiness transferring on to it. Pressing my lips to her twat, I sucked out a mouthful of cum and spat it out over the opening, then set to work on her clit. Taking my time, I tried to express my thanks by giving her a wonderful orgasm, and after a while her moans, convulsions and finally hyperventilation told me I'd succeeded.

Ayumi sat up, her legs bent under her like a mermaid, and she kissed me, wiping a few strands of semen from my face, and told me to fetch the glass bowl. Taking great care not to spill any, I carried the now warm bowl in and set it down in front of her, then picked up the camera again and focused it on the bowl. It was full almost to the top with a fairly viscous, slightly translucent, pale yellow-white creaminess of semen, and the sexually charged fumes emanating from it were almost overwhelming, making my erection harder than ever. Ayumi dipped a finger in it to test the temperature, letting the excess drip off and then sucking it clean, before lifting the bowl in both hands.

She held it for a moment with the side against her head, and then slowly tipped it. A semi-translucent sheet of cum cascaded over the back of her head for a second, gluing her silky black hair to her neck and splashing down the back of her shirt. She moved the bowl forward pouring yellowy white goo over the rest of her head and over her face, making it all shiny and lumpy, a film edged with white forming over her mouth when she paused to draw breath. Rivers of jism ran down between and over her breasts, coating her tie, and then as she licked her sticky lips, cum dripping from her nose, ears and chin, she poured another lot over her tits. They were shiny now too, as was her stomach, and some of the shirt was soaked in it, sticking to her, with big obvious white splatters down the front of her green skirt.

Ayumi asked me to lift up her skirt, and then poured semen over her hairy crotch, where it formed a small, silvery, lumpy lake due to her thighs being pressed together. She then let a thick trickle fall from the bowl over her legs to her so far spotless socks and shoes, splashing a handful on her knickers still around her ankle. Resting the now half-full bowl on the floor, she dipped her hand into the pool at her crotch and spread it around, shampooing her pubes with it and rubbing herself until the most liquid part had either seeped away, been smeared over her thighs or absorbed by the skirt. This left a gungy creamy mess behind that clung to her, acting as a lubricant as she masturbated.

Satisfied that she'd covered herself as much as she wanted, Ayumi looked up at the camera and me, bringing the bowl to her lips. Up it tipped, the thick fluid sloshing towards the edge, and then into her open mouth, leaking down her cheeks either side. With her mouth full, she lowered the bowl to her lap, and tilted her head back so I could see the lake of jism. Closing her mouth she swallowed, coughing halfway through, spraying cum everywhere before she could spit the last back into the bowl and giggled, bubbles of semen escaping from her mouth and moving down her chin or popping.

Picking up the bowl again, Ayumi took another mouthful and let it all come out, a waterfall of cum pouring down her chin, her front and on to her skirt. Now she was more ready, she brought the bowl to her lips a third time and started drinking jism. A soft glugging and her irregular breathing was the only sound as she swallowed nearly half a litre of cum, some escaping down the side. Upending the bowl she let the last bit dribble on her tongue, and set the bowl down, the sides still covered in sludge that was making its slow journey to the bottom.

She sat back panting, globules of cum dangling from all sorts of places, a thick moustache of it on her top lip. Thinking she'd finished, I moved the tripod close by, ready to transfer the camera, but, having got her breath back, Ayumi sat up again. Pulling her semen soaked panties back on and smoothing the material over her crotch, she slipped off her shoes and socks. I'm not a foot fetishist by any means, but there was something about the perfect smoothness of her shapely feet that always turned me on, and now she was scraping what slime was left in the bowl with her hands and transferring it to her feet. Soon there was a decent amount of jism on them, spread around and between her pretty little toes, and she was licking the bowl clean.

Believing she must be finished now, I put the camera loosely on the tripod and started kissing her. Bits of cum now joined our mouths whenever they parted, and my hands smeared it evenly in her hair, stroking the slimy skin on her stomach and breasts, transferring large patches to my dark trousers. She didn't stop me as I kissed my way down to her legs and started licking her feet clean, sucking each individual toe. Then as I nibbled playfully at the instep, pulling her soaking, slimy knickers back down to her knees, she did.

"Wait," she said, sitting up with a glint in her eye. "I haven't had any school dinner yet." she jerked her head towards her bag.

Puzzled, I went over and looked inside. Then, grinning, I pulled out two big cartons of vanilla dessert, and took them over to my girlfriend, who was leaning back on her hands, her bare chest sloping and glistening, smiling at me while I opened the first one. I picked up the camera again, holding it in one hand and the open carton in the other, and knelt next to Ayumi, she now had her mouth open expectantly, cum all around it. Tilting and squeezing the carton, I got a stream of something like very thick school custard, an opaque, creamy, pale yellow. It poured straight into her open mouth, filling it until it overflowed down her chin to drip on her cleavage, mixing with the semen. I poured more over the rest of her face until it was covered in a yellow layer, and then moved up to her hair, thick streams of custard plastering it more visibly than jism.

With her head now encased in a shining yellow helmet of custard, black hair and cum, I started covering the rest of Ayumi's body, starting with her boobs. As I poured she spread it around, creamy slime oozing between her fingers before sliding over her belly. Next I moved on to her legs, dripping the pudding in a long line down each and ending by topping her feet with it, and she wiggled her toes delightedly as the goo slid over them. Much less than a quarter of the carton was left now, so Ayumi pulled her skirt up, leaving trails of vanilla flavoured slime on the dark green, and I emptied it on her pussy. Already matted with white cum, her muff was soon drowned in custard as it ran down towards her arse. Discarding the empty cardboard, I helped her spread the pudding over her legs and rubbed it into her cunt, but she soon asked me to open the second carton.

As I did so she pulled her socks and knickers back on, and after I'd poured a little custard into them, her shiny black buckle shoes, forcing the stuff to ooze out down the sides, sticking to her socks as it did so. She stood up and buttoned her shirt before allowing me to pan around her. I thought she looked incredibly sexy, from the hair plastered to the contours of her head and neck by the pale yellow dessert, lumps of spunk clearly visible, on the face especially, to the semen and custard hanging and dripping from anywhere it could. A big stain of jism overlaid with custard ran down her back and over her arse to drip from the short skirt to streak the backs of her legs, making her shirt stick to her skin.

This it had done on her front too, this time mostly from the pudding and cum on her skin, making the fabric slightly see-through, especially at her nipples. Her tie was practically unrecognisable, soaked with both messes, as was the front of her skirt, but this was mostly cum with just some splodges of custard. Her legs on the other hand were encased in smooth pudding, right down to where it was seeping through her socks and splattered her shoes. Most delicious as well, when she lifted her skirt with her sticky hands, the sleeves of her shirt baring various splashes, were her knickers. Like her shirt they had gone semi-transparent and amongst the cum and custard stains I could see her thick black bush.

Having fully admired her messy body and clothes, I passed her the second lot of custard and, looking down through her eyes that opened with difficulty thanks to the scum stuck in her lashes, she set about making herself even dirtier. She filled her mouth and then dribbled down her front several times before adding another coat to her face and hair, working it in with her hands. Another load was poured all down the front of her shirt and smeared around until the cotton stuck to her like a second skin, her erect nipples clearly visible, and the front of her shirt had turned yellow.

Passing the half-empty carton to me, she lifted up the back of her skirt and pulled the waistband of her knickers out, into them I poured so much vanilla pudding that it overflowed and dripped between her legs. When she released the waistband more was squeezed up over it, running slowly down over the outside of the material. We did the same at the front, making her panties bulge and sag a little, trickles of custard leaking out where the elastic around her thighs was and moving slowly down her legs, and then I poured the remaining bit of gunge down inside her shirt.

Again I filmed her in detail, and then, with her holding up her skirt, I began to push on her knickers. It felt like a squishy wet cushion as I forced big blobs of vanilla pudding to ooze out of her panties. I reached behind as well, smoothing the material down until it fitted the shape of her butt and pussy tight and slimily, her legs caked in custard. Now that there was definitely no mess left to film I put the camera back on the tripod to film our subsequent activities.

We kissed and hugged, my face becoming as messy as hers, and my clothes beginning to stick to me as she rubbed her body against mine, grinding her soaked skirt front against my boner, transferring goo to my trousers. Getting down on her knees she fumbled with her slippery hands to undo my flies and pull my trousers down, releasing my semi-hard cock, while I removed my shirt and tie. She looked up and smiled from under the cum and the custard, then with her sticky hands on my legs she took me in her mouth. With everything that had gone in it, it was wetter and stickier than before and the suction more incredible, but though I would have loved to let her continue until I came, I had another idea.

Once she'd got me fully hard again and sucked for a while, I kicked off my trousers around my feet and removed my socks, and knelt down with her, feeling the cold sliminess of her clothes over her warm body against my bare skin. I took her tie off and played with her tits, squeezing them through the sticky material and untucking her shirt to feel her warm stomach, spreading the custard around. My hand moved down to her legs, smoothing sludge over her perfect skin and then running through hair gelling it behind her ears with the pudding. Returning to her legs, I moved under her skirt, heavy with custard, to her slimed knickers, caressing them, rubbing my hands over her genitalia.

Ayumi chose that moment to remove her shoes, revealing her dainty white socks soaked and smeared in yellow gunge. I asked her to face away from me and get on her hands and knees, which she did, presenting me with her custard, skirt and panty covered rear. Lifting the skirt, I peeled her knickers off, sucking them for a second, and then jammed them in her mouth. While she sucked and then spat them out I grabbed her messed up buttocks and stuck my mouth between them, engaging in a bit of analingus.

A couple of minutes later and I stopped licking her vanilla and jism caked shit hole, and started sticking my fingers in it instead. First one, then another, until I was sliding all four in and out, whilst I rubbed my cock between her tightly held thighs. Then, with deliberate slowness, I inserted it through the sticky mess of her pubic hair into her vagina and began fucking her. My hands gripped her sticky waist, keeping the skirt out of the way, and she pushed back on my dick, meeting my thrusts. I leaned forwards, kissing her neck and nibbling her ear, putting my cheek against the drying stickiness of hers, and held her swaying breasts through her soaked shirt.

Eventually we fell purposefully over on to our sides, both our left legs, which were on top, bent up, my knee in the crook of hers so as to penetrate her deeply. In this position it was easier to kiss, and I slipped my hand up inside her shirt as we did so. However, Ayumi soon persuaded me to roll on to my back with her on top, so I was thrusting up into her but she had more control, which forced me to stop fondling her breasts and to support her hips instead.

This position still didn't give her the control she wanted though as her messed feet kept slipping, so she sat up, took the crumpled skirt off and turned around to face me. Her shirt, the only piece of clothing she was now wearing other than her socks, was riding up way past her navel, so I pulled it down, cupping her breasts. Two minutes and my restraint reached its limits; I ripped the shirt open, sending buttons flying, and pulled her down to me so I could suck her nipples. Obviously sensing that I was starting to near an orgasm, Ayumi wrenched herself away from me, and took the shirt off completely, brushing hair from her face. Holding my hands down around her hips, she speeded up her bucking, her cunt unbelievable snug despite all those cocks, and slick with semen but with a sticking suction. Splatters of custard and spunk were being flicked from her breasts as they bounced away with her movements.

Suddenly, she came, moaning and crying out, stopping her movements completely, but her vagina convulsing around my penis. This proved too much for me and I climaxed too, and loudly. I was surprised by how much jism I produced this second time, and then just lost myself as Ayumi snuggled her warm, sticky, slimy, cum and custard soaked body into mine, peeling her socks off to stroke my legs with her bare feet, and we drifted off into subconsciousness together.