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(This story contains lots of female nudity and a little bit of male WAM)
This story follows on from https://tellygunge.wordpress.com/2019/08/21/fantasy-holiday-day-6/
It was the seventh day of our holiday which was also our last full day. We had been told that the weather forecast was not too great and it was expected to be raining all day.
The Holiday reps (Ben and Paul) announced during breakfast that they would put on some entertainment for the afternoon in the function room, given that we wouldn’t be able to sun bathe. They asked guests to come in fancy dress, and they advised that there were fancy dress costumes that were available at reception for people to borrow for the afternoon.
My mind wandered back to Day 4 when the German guys had arranged for their friend Katja to be gunged. Jodie had already gone to reception to see what fancy dress costumes they had, and to pick one out for herself and one for me, and I knew this created a small window of opportunity for me.
I approached Ben and Paul.
“Hey guys! Is there anyway I could get you to gunge my girlfriend?”
“Sure mate, I’ve seen her around – she sure is a foxy chick! You’re very lucky to be her boyfriend.”
“I know! If you could arrange it, then that would be great. The only thing is that she can’t find out I had anything to do with it.”
“Don’t worry, we won’t let on. By the way, how far do you want us to go? Are you OK if we strip her?”
“Yes please!” was my response
Very pleased with my quick chat with Ben and Paul, I went to find Jodie. I found her at reception, and she had successfully selected fancy dress costumes for both me and her, but didn’t show me as she wanted it to be a surprise for later on.
There were a couple of hours before the planned entertainment was scheduled to start, and Jodie seemed to be in a sexy mood again, as she lightly massaged my penis through my trousers.
“I’m going back up to the room and I picked up this bottle of honey from breakfast. I need somewhere to smear it on and then lick it off! Do you have any suggestions?”
I didn’t need any other encouragement as I took Jodie’s hand and went back to our room for a very enjoyable half an hour.
As you can expect I was exhausted after another long, sticky and sloppy blowjob, and had to take another shower to clean myself up.
It was soon time for the afternoons planned entertainment to start, and I was getting excited at the prospect of my girlfriend getting gunged. I put my fancy dress outfit on, which turned out to be a fireman’s uniform. I knew that Jodie had a soft spot for firemen and it didn’t surprise me that she had picked that outfit for me.
Meanwhile Jodie had kept her choice of outfit secret from me, and after finishing changing into hers, she came out of the bedroom into the lounge. My jaw gasped open as I took in the sexy schoolgirl outfit she had selected.
“You look amazing!”
Jodie licked her lips “So do you! Perhaps you will show me your hose again later on?”
She giggled as she left the room and I followed her. As we were making our way to the function room, I couldn’t stop thinking about how good it would to see Jodie getting sploshed, particularly in her saucy schoolgirl costume.
There were about 100 people in the function room. I reckon about half of the people were in fancy dress, but some hadn’t bothered. The holiday reps, Ben and Paul, appeared on stage and welcomed everyone.
Ben: “As you all know we’ve had some fun with Suzanne over the last few days, and it is now her last day with us.”
Paul: “Yes, and as she had to give back her uniform yesterday, we had to try and find something for her to wear today. There wasn’t much left in our fancy dress collection after you lot chose your costumes, but don’t worry because we were able to find something for her to wear.”
Ben: “And here she is now…..”
Suzanne walked out onto stage wearing nothing but lingerie – a red bra, red knickers, black stockings and suspenders and red high heel shoes.
Almost all the male guests wolf-whistled her as she took a bow.
Jodie whispered to me “Look at her, she deserves another messy send-off if you ask me!”
I agreed and turned my attention back to the stage where a curtain had been pulled back to reveal a large rectangular dunk tank with a solitary plastic seat positioned above it. Suzanne made her way up the steps at the back of the tank and plonked herself onto the plastic seat and waved to everyone.
Paul: “We have filled the dunk-tank with sticky treacle, and we’ll be dunking Suzanne multiple times throughout the show.”
Ben: “Shall we start now?”
Paul: “We might as well!”
Ben pushes a big red button at the side of the tank which propelled the seat forwards, sending a spread-eagled Suzanne into the treacle below. She landed with a splash and delved beneath the surface, before being able to stand upright in the tank. The treacle level came up to her waist and everyone saw the treacle coated top-half of the lingerie-clad rep. Her hair was now slicked back with the gooey stuff, and Suzanne smiled as she clambered out of the tank, and up the steps again to sit down on the plastic chair. I particularly noticed how her treacle saturated stockings glistened under the lights.
Paul looked up to Suzanne “How did that feel?”
Suzanne: “Very sticky”
Paul: “Haha! We’ll come back to you later, but if you can stay in your seat please.”
Ben and Paul announced that there would be a competition for the best fancy dress outfit. Both Ben and Paul stepped off the stage and walked around the room. They chose 3 people each and asked them to join them up on stage. To my delight, Jodie was one of them that was chosen.
Once all 6 people were on stage, they formed a line and we were told we could cheer for which person we thought had the best costume. I looked at the 6 and noticed that Jodie was the only lady in the line-up. As Ben placed his hand over each head of the 6 people, the watching guests cheered and whooped, but predictably the largest cheer by far was when Ben had his hand over Jodie.
Paul: “We have a winner, and it’s Jodie in her schoolgirl outfit!”
At that moment, Ben pushes the button on the dunk-tank which sent Suzanne back into the treacle. As she climbed out of the tank, she was asked to stand still for a moment.
The 5 people that had not won the fancy dress competition were told they could leave the stage and return to their seats. However, before they did, they were handed a creamy custard pie each and asked to deposit them onto Suzanne any way they wanted to. The blonde rep duly received pies in the face, on top of her head, on her bottom, on her muff and in her cleavage. She was dripping with custard and cream as the 5 men walked off stage.
Ben turned to Jodie: “Are you OK to help us out giving Suzanne a good send-off!”
Jodie smiled and nodded. She was handed a jug of custard and promptly poured the jug into Suzanne’s knickers which made her gasp.
Paul: “I think it’s time for us to introduce you all to Chloe, who will be replacing Suzanne. Here she is now….”
The audience clapped as a sexy blonde walked onto the stage wearing a white nurse’s uniform, with white stockings and high heel shoes.
Ben: “Welcome to the team Chloe. Have you met your predecessor yet?”
As Chloe shook her head to confirm that she hadn’t, she was handed a bucket of green gunge.
Paul: “You know what to do Chloe”
Chloe smiled and raised the bucket until it was above Suzanne’s head. “Hi Suzanne”
Suzanne said “Hi” back, as the bucket was tipped over her and the green gunge sloshed over her head and down her front, giving her a green and sticky coating.
The gunged rep was asked to retake her seat on the dunk-tank.
As Ben was about to announce the next part of the show, Jodie raised her hand.
Ben: “Yes Jodie, is there something you want to say?”
Jodie: “Yes there is. I want to nominate somebody to sit on the dunk tank with Suzanne”
Ben: “Oh yes and who that would be?”
Jodie: “My boyfriend Karl! He’s been gawping at Suzanne all week, so he could do with a good gunging.”
I couldn’t believe what I had just heard as the guests around me started to cheer and clap wildly. Before I knew what was going on, I was escorted onto the stage.
Paul whispered into my ear “Sorry about this mate, but looks like you are going in that dunk tank.”
Jodie: “As Suzanne is in her underwear then I think Karl should join her.”
I was gobsmacked as my girlfriend was proposing that I strip. With the audience seemingly agreeing with the suggestion, I slowly took off my fireman’s uniform until I was left just wearing a pair of boxer shorts.
My girlfriend was grinning insanely at me and mouthed ‘Serves you right’. I smiled weakly back as I took the steps at the back of the tank and sat down on the plastic chair. Suzanne momentarily stood up to let me sit down before she plonked herself in my lap. She put her palm on my cheek and leant in to whisper into my ear “Hello sexy, fancy seeing you here.”
I gulped as the sexy blonde wiggled around in my lap and continued to whisper into my ear “It’s about time you got messy, as I think it’s definitely your turn!”. Suzanne smiled as she wiped some of the custard pie from her hair and face and transferred it to my face and hair using her hands to massage it all in.
I noticed from the corner of my eye that Jodie had sauntered over to where the button on the dunk tank was, and she pressed it firmly. This dropped the plastic seat and sent me and Suzanne into the treacle. We both splashed into the gloopy stuff. It felt thick and yucky as I delved beneath the surface and started to thrash around in an effort to find the floor of the tank with my feet. I managed to get my feet on the floor and I was able to stand up in the tank. The treacle level came to my waist and I received lots of cheers from the watching guests.
I could see Jodie at the side of the tank in absolute hysterics as she clearly enjoyed seeing me in my now gunged state. Suzanne had also resurfaced and was standing next to me.
I clambered out of the dunk tank to howls of laughter from the audience. I was wiping treacle out of my eyes when my world went dark again as a custard pie was splatted into my face. After clearing my eyes again, I saw a distinctly happy Jodie, seemingly very pleased with what she had just done to me.
Paul joked “Well, looks like we have had an unauthorised forfeit for Karl. I think that will deserve a punishment”.
Jodie’s glee at my predicament suddenly turned to horror.
“What do you mean p-p-punishment?” she stammered.
Ben beckoned Paul over and they each took hold of Jodie’s arms. They were far too strong for her, as Jodie was unable to stop them cuffing her hands into a pair of handcuffs that were dangling from an overhead beam.
“Let me go, let me go. You can’t do this to me!” screamed Jodie.
“Looks like we’ll need this.” Ben produced a ball gag and fastened it around Jodie’s head with the ball secured firmly in her mouth.
The effect of this was a now silent Jodie but she was writhing against her bounds which made for a sexy sight.
Paul: “Ok then. Ben and I believe in an eye for an eye. So as you have got your boyfriend to strip and get all messy then we shall do the same to you.”
Paul took out a pair of scissors from his pocket and began to cut through Jodie’s top. With a few strategic cuts, Paul was able to whisk the garment from her body. This revealed a blue bra which struggled to contain her generously sized tits. Her skirt was next and a cut through the side was enough for the garment to be removed to reveal matching blue knickers.
I saw Jodie’s eyes widen with horror as Paul started to cut through the straps of her bra and did a 3-2-1 countdown as he whisked her bra from her chest. Applause and wolf whistles filled the room as Jodie’s fabulous tits were now exposed for all to see.
Jodie’s writhing increased as she then felt the scissor metal against her knickers and two snips either side meant Paul was able to whisk them away from her body to reveal her shaved muff and pert bottom. Jodie was now totally naked with only white stockings and a pair of high heel shoes on.
Lots of photos were being taken by guests on their mobile phones to add to Jodie’s embarrassment.
Paul stepped back to admire the scene before him “Wow Jodie, you have a fabulous body. Karl, you are a lucky man.”
“I think the punishment has been served. However, we do have a super sexy naked lady all helpless. Shall we get her a bit messy as well?”
The audience roared with approval and Paul passed me a bucket of custard. I faced Jodie and she glared at me.
“Well Jodie you did pie me and pour ice cream down me, so I guess it’s only fair if I pour this over you.”
I raised the bucket to just above her chest and started to pour. The cold custard streamed over her tits and down the front of her body. I then moved behind her and poured it over her back and her bottom. For the final bit I raised the bucket over her head and poured it down her hair and face.
I stepped back and admired my custard coated girlfriend. Her writhing had stopped now, and it seemed as if she was resigned to her fate with custard dripping off her tits. Ben and Paul both approached her holding 2 sloppy custard pies each. “Tell you what, we feel a bit bad about stripping you naked. We’ll help you cover up.” They smashed the pies on her muff, bottom and 1 on each breast.
Jodie was a complete mess now. She was shaking her head in utter disbelief at what she had just been subjected to.
Ben turned to Paul “I almost forgot. Don’t we have to initiate Chloe?.”
Paul: “Yes of course. Jodie, we’ll have to leave you for a bit, as we have something very important to take care of. Chloe, please come over here.”
Chloe sheepishly walked over to Paul as Ben wheeled on the gunge tank.
I was still taking in the sexy sight of my naked and handcuffed girlfriend, as the door of the gunge tank was opened and in stepped an obedient Chloe.
Jodie had started to writhe again against her bounds.
Ben: “It looks like Jodie wants us to let her go.”
Paul: “Yes, but we need to gunge Chloe first so she will have to wait.”
I walked up to Jodie and whispered “You may as well just grin and bear it. I am sure they will let you go soon. Anyway all this is your fault. If you hadn’t got me stripped and messed up, then you wouldn’t be in this position. By the way, you look ever so sexy.”
Jodie just looked at me with stern eyes.
Paul called me over to the gunge tank. I approached to see the sexy Chloe inside gripping the bars.
Paul: “Karl, would you like to do the honours?”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I took hold of the lever at the side of the tank and looked at the smiling Chloe and sharply pulled down. Chloe let out a little squeal as the thick green gunge hit her and splashed all over her.
Paul sniggered as he said “That nurse uniform looks pretty messy. We better get that in the wash so that it doesn’t get stained.”
Ben joined in “Yes you are correct Paul. Chloe can you take your uniform off and pass it through the bars to us?”
Chloe was still trying to run her hands through her blonde hair trying to rid it of the excess gunge. She smiled wryly, as she took her uniform off and handed it to Ben.
I looked at the sexy lady as she was now wearing just saucy lingerie. Bra, knickers, stockings and suspenders and high heel shoes.
Ben and Paul took her uniform off the stage and returned with 2 buckets of gunge each. Chloe was shaking her head as they filled up the overhead compartment again. I pulled the lever again and Chloe received her second gunging, splashing all over her fantastic lingerie clad body.
“Can I come out now?”
“Of course Chloe.”
The door was opened and the gunged blonde stepped out. She received a round of applause which she lapped up. She obviously liked being the centre of attention.
Ben and Paul stood either side of her and held an arm each. Puzzled, Chloe turned around to see what was happening, only to be walked backwards to the front of the gunge tank door and her arms moved behind her back. Before she knew what was going on, Paul had handcuffed her hands to the gunge tank door.
“Sorry Chloe, but we must introduce you properly to all the guests.”
Chloe smiled as Ben produced a pair of scissors and she knew this was going to mean further embarrassment for her. Ben started to cut through her bra straps. Another 1-2-3 countdown followed and Ben whisked her bra from her body to reveal her naked tits to roars of approval from the guests.
Paul then grabbed each side of her knickers and quickly yanked them down until they nestled around her ankles. Chloe squirmed as her shaved muff was exposed. Without being able to cover herself Chloe became the subject of mobile phone photos from the audience.
“Nice tits Chloe!”
Ben approached her with another bucket, and threw the contents directly at her. Chloe turned her head but her upper body got splattered with the thick green gunge and her tits got completely covered.
“Look Ben, we have 2 more buckets left but Chloe is already pretty well gunged.”
Paul had a wicked smile “I wonder who else we could use these on?”
Both Ben and Paul turned to face Jodie. She suddenly realised what they were meaning to do, and she started writhing against her bounds again.
Both buckets were thrown at point blank range over Jodie at the same time and coated her upper body completely in the slimy gunge. I watched the gunge drip off her tits, as Ben and Paul uncuffed Chloe who immediately pulled her knickers up and covered her tits with her hands.
“Chloe, can you release Jodie please.”
Chloe walked up to Jodie and took the ball gag off her. She the reached up to her wrists and uncuffed her. Jodie quickly used her left hand to cover her muff and her right arm and hand to cover her tits. She did not seem to know what to do next as I guess she was still coming to terms with her naked stripping and messing. She looked down to see the remnants of her schoolgirl costume that had been cut off. They were ruined and she knew she couldn’t put them back on to cover herself up.
Ben had taken pity on her and draped a towel around her, which Jodie gladly accepted. I held my hand out to her and she grasped it and I led my naked messy girlfriend off the stage and to our room.
As we were leaving, there seemed to be more commotion from the stage. I turned my head to see that Ben and Paul had wheeled on a double pillory and had placed an obedient Chloe and Suzanne into them. Suzanne had her bra and knickers cut off, and Ben and Paul proceeded to pour bucket after bucket over the hapless ladies, covering their whole bodies with gunge and sloppy foodstuffs.
THE END
