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Another Convert, Part Two (MFF, Mess)

I reached out and cupped Sarah's right breast in my hand. The egg in the shirt pocket had soaked into the fabric and was slightly sticky as I started to gently squeeze. The yolk of the egg burst and more of the sticky goo began to soak into her shirt and also her bra. Sarah still had her hands in her pockets, but as I started to stroke her hard nipple through the cloth she took her sticky fingers, grabbed my tie and pulled me towards her. We kissed and our tongues met, the arousal I had felt from the very beginning of this messy session now completely overwhelming me. My other hand started to caress Sarah's backside and I discovered that Emma hadn't been wasting time, as I ran into what felt like the remains of a custard pie. As I rubbed this in to the denim covering Sarah's firm bottom, she moaned again and with her messy hands began to stroke my rock-hard cock through my smart trousers, coating the black fabric with a mixture of egg, rice pudding and syrup. I was in heaven.

At that moment, Emma chose to liven up the proceedings by tipping the freshly warmed gravy over both our heads. I obviously hadn't added quite enough water, and the brown sludge slowly dripped down over our bodies. Sarah and I clutched each other in a hard embrace as the goo worked its way between us and over my clean clothes. Still kissing, we began grinding our bodies together, relishing the feeling of the slippery, slimy food we were gradually being coated in.

"Excuse me" Emma interrupted, "but I'm waiting..."

Sarah and I broke our kiss and still locked in the embrace, loooked over at her. "You're being very patient" I said. "What do you think, should we mess her up too?". Sarah looked at me.

"Let me do it" she said. "I think I owe her."

"Be my guest" I said, and released Sarah from the hug. As she stepped over to the food cupboard, I watched her wonderful figure as she paraded in her ruined clothes. I looked over at Emma, and could see she was as aroused as I was. 'I love you' I mouthed over to her, and she just grinned. 'Just wait' she mouthed back.

Sarah turned around with a triumphant smile on her face, and a tin of rice pudding in her hand. My heart was in my mouth...

TO BE CONTINUED