Julie's Wild Week #9 - Julie's Paddling Pool Adventure

by Arthur Saxon
arthursaxon@zombieworld.com

After yet another entertaining cycle ride, the girls arrived back at Julie’s house with their panties imitating thongs and their skirts imitating hula hoops.  They trooped indoors and found Julie’s dad.

“Hi Martin!” said Lynn.  “How are the dresses?”

Martin looked smug.  “Come and see,” he said.  He led them through into the living room and gestured towards the sofa.  Draped over the back of the sofa were two white dresses, made entirely out of toilet tissue.  “What do you think?” he asked.

Lynn picked one of them up, carefully.  “Wow!” she breathed.  “This is a work of art!  Can I try it on?”

“Of course.  Actually the other one’s yours.  I had to guess your measurements, and I’ve been a little on the generous side with both of you, but that one’s meant for Julie.  Go ahead, though, try them on, both of you.  But be very careful – they’ll rip at the slightest excuse.  They won’t come apart, I hasten to add, but being tissue paper they’ll tear easily enough.”

Julie undressed to her bra and panties, then took the dress Lynn had picked up first.  With a great deal of care, she pulled it over her head and tucked her arms through the holes provided.  Each dress was of a simple design, with shoulder straps about an inch-and-a-half wide.  Julie let hers fall into place around her, then hurried out of the room and up the stairs to view the effect in her long bedroom mirror.  A few moments later she was joined by Lynn.

“Aren’t they awesome!” exclaimed Lynn.

Julie nodded.  “He’s done very well.  I’d prefer mine a fair bit shorter, though I dare say that can be fixed.”

“Mine too,” agreed Lynn.  “And mine’s a little baggy – do you think he could take it in a bit?”

“I dare say,” said Julie.  “Mine’s baggy too.  But they’re both excellent otherwise.  They almost look like real dresses.”

“They do.  This was a fantastic idea of your dad’s.”

“It was,” Julie admitted.  “You know what, Julie?  If you still want to sleep with my dad, then go ahead, you have my blessing.  I figure he’s earned it.”

“Are you sure?” asked Lynn.

“No.  But I think I will get used to the idea.  It helps if I don’t think of him as my dad.”

“Are you going to start calling him Martin?”

Julie shook her head.  “I’m not vindictive,” she said.  “Besides, I can say ‘Dad’ without thinking about what it means, whereas if I say ‘Martin’ then I’ll be constantly reminded of why I’m calling him that.”

Then she fell silent as Martin himself appeared, coming up the stairs.  “Do you like them?” he asked.

“Do we!”  Lynn smiled happily.  “We love them!  But I think they could both do with a couple of alterations.”

Martin nodded.  “Okay, I see what you mean.  They do look rather big on you.  I’ll take care of that.”

“And make them both shorter,” added Lynn.  “We’ll look frightfully conservative like this.”

“Sure, I can do that.  I intentionally made them a little long – it’s easy to chop some off, but rather harder to lengthen them.  Oh by the way, I did some other stuff today while you were at school.”

Julie raised an eyebrow.  “Oh?  Like what?”

“Well, I went shopping, and then I put some finishing touches to a game I devised last night.”

“A game?” inquired Lynn.

“You never told us anything about that this morning,” Julie accused him.  “You were working on this last night?  What kind of a game?”

“Well it’s all to do with what I bought today,” said Martin.  “Come downstairs to the kitchen, and I’ll show you.”

Puzzled but intrigued, the girls followed him downstairs.  When their eyes alighted on what was spread out on the kitchen counter, they gasped in unison.

“What on EARTH!” exclaimed Julie.

“Are we having a party?” inquired Lynn, her brow furrowing.

“Of sorts,” said Martin.  “You’ll notice that each item is of the squishy or runny variety.”

“How much did all of this cost?” asked Julie, staring in disbelief at the vast array of foodstuffs that were arranged neatly on the counter.

“Quite a lot,” admitted Martin, “but I hope you’ll find it was worth a little expenditure.”

There were seven cartons of Ambrosia Devon Custard, each one litre.  There were ten cans of rice pudding, ten cans of tapioca, eight of red cherry pie filling, four of black cherry pie filling, six cans of golden syrup, five bottles of chocolate syrup, nine cans of whipped cream, four cans of mushy peas, two tubes of pate , two boxes of mashed potato powder, four tubs of plain yoghurt, three jars of mayonnaise, four jars of honey, six jars of jam, ten cans of spaghetti and sixteen cans of baked beans.

“Do you remember when you were little,” said Martin, “and we used to stick you out in the garden in that old blue inflatable paddling pool?”

Julie’s eyes widened at the recollection.  “Don’t tell me you still have that!” she said.

“Well, no,” admitted her father.  “But I went out and bought one almost exactly the same today.”

“Oh my goodness,” whispered Lynn.  “I’m beginning to like this game already.”

“I made a board,” said Martin.  “It’s a board game, you see.  Each of you has a counter, and I’ve pinched some of your D&D dice to play with.  The board’s right here – have a look.  The idea is, you start out fully clothed, wearing something that you don’t mind getting messy in, and you start here, at the beginning of the board.  I’ll move your pieces around – no sense in them getting messy too – and you two will be in the paddling pool.  When you land on one of the ‘Disrobe’ squares, you have to remove one item of clothing.  When you land on a ‘Splosh’ square, I roll the dice and look up on this table to see what happens to you.  Do you see?”

“I see enough,” said Julie, warming to the idea.  “When do we start?”

“Right now, if you like,” said her father.  “But, um, we need to make up the mashed potato first.  I’ll stick the kettle on.”

“Where’s the paddling pool?” asked Lynn.

“It’s out in the middle of the garden,” said Martin.  “I thought we’d play it out there.”

“Good idea,” said Julie.

“Won’t the neighbours see us?” wondered Lynn.

“Only if they happen to look out of their windows,” said Martin, “but don’t worry – I’ll be out of sight under the tree.”

“That’s comforting to know,” remarked Julie wryly.  “But perhaps it’s best that way.  Well Lynn, we’d better go and change.”

A few minutes later, they were both sitting in the paddling pool, dressed in miniskirts and t-shirts.  Lynn, who had developed an aversion to covering up her panties, was sitting cross-legged so that Julie could see right up her skirt.

“Right,” said Martin, ferrying out the last of the messy food items.  He placed them on the ground by the pool and then took up a position beneath the tree by the garden shed.  “Okay, I’ll do the dice rolling for both of you.  Let’s see who will go first.  Lynn gets a four, Julie … gets a one.  Sorry Julie.  Lynn’s turn first.  Aha!  A six for Lynn!  That takes you straight on to an Opportunity square.  I’ll just take a card from this pack…”

“Dad, how late were you up last night, working on this?” asked Julie.

“Oh, till about four o’clock.  Anyway.  Right, the card reads: ‘Pour half a can of rice pudding on to your breast or take a Fortune card.’  Which is it to be, Lynn?”

“Ooh, I’ll take the rice pudding, thanks,” said Lynn.  She picked up one of the cans (they had all been opened already) and poured half of it on to her t-shirt.  It ran down the curve of her breast and then collected on the outside of her skirt.

“Julie’s turn now.  A two!  Aha!  Remove an item of clothing please, Julie.”

Julie shrugged and took off one of her socks, dropping it outside the paddling pool.

“Now Lynn.  A three.  Oh, well that square doesn’t do anything, so it’s your turn again Julie.  Another two!  That takes you to a Fortune square, Julie.  And … your card reads: ‘If you have removed any items of clothing, choose one and put it back on, otherwise take an Opportunity card.’  Oh.”

Julie sighed and put her sock back on.

“Now Lynn…  A one!  It’s a Splosh square, Lynn!  Now I have to roll an eight-sided die to determine which part of your body is to be messed up, and a twenty-sided die to decide what food item to use.  And … it seems your head is to be the recipient of the mess … and the twenty-sided die has selected tapioca!”

“Oh no!” cried Lynn in mock horror.

“Julie,” said Martin, “you have to administer the aforementioned goo.”

“It will be a pleasure,” said Julie with a grin.  She picked up a can of tapioca and began to tip it over Lynn’s head.  The cream-coloured gunge poured out slowly, then fell with a splat on Lynn’s hair.  Julie began to plaster it down, taking great pleasure in saturating Lynn’s tawny locks.

“Now Julie…  A five!  It’s a Disrobe square again, Julie.  Take something off, please.”

Julie frowned, then removed her sock again and dropped it on the grass.

“And Lynn … a two.  Aha!  Back three spaces!  Which takes you on to a Disrobe square!”

Lynn was only too happy to comply.  She had not worn socks, and so she stood up and removed her skirt.  Now dressed only in a t-shirt, bra and panties, she sat back down.

“Julie … an Opportunity!  Aha!  Pour a can of baked beans into your opponent’s panties.”

“Now that’s an opportunity I just can’t miss!”  Julie picked up a can and leaned forward.  Pulling Lynn’s panties open at the front, she began to pour the beans inside.  Lynn squealed with delight.  Julie emptied the can, then let Lynn’s panties close once more.  Lynn wiggled on the spot, working the beans into the groove between her pussy lips.

“And … Lynn lands on a Fortune square.  Ah!  Lynn, please remove an item of Julie’s clothing.”

Julie presented her remaining sock-clad foot, but Lynn shook her finger, and instead began to pull up Julie’s t-shirt.  Julie raised her arms and allowed Lynn to take the garment off.

Next, Julie landed on a Splosh square, and had to let Lynn fill her bra with custard.  This she found rather nice, but she was looking forward to returning the favour.

Ten minutes later, Lynn was naked and Julie was wearing just her panties.  Julie’s head was so far unmessed, but her breasts had been deluged in golden syrup and her panties were now full of mushy peas.  Lynn, on the other hand, was sitting in a puddle of spaghetti which had originally been poured down the back of her panties before that item of clothing had been removed.

“Oh Julie!” exclaimed Martin.  “You’ve just landed on a Special square.  This should be fun.”

“What’s a Special square?” inquired Julie.

“It’s where all the good stuff is,” explained her father.  “There are more of them, the further through the game you go.  Let’s see now … oh my!  Lynn, you have to take one of those tubes of pate, and snip the end off it.  There should be a pair of scissors there somewhere.”

“Got it,” reported Lynn, and she cut the end of the pate tube.  “What now?”

“Now you have to insert it into Julie’s, um, you know … and squeeze it out.”

“Into her what?” inquired Lynn innocently.

“Her, um…”

“Just do it, don’t make him say it,” muttered Julie, “or we’ll be here all night.  Hang on though, I’m still wearing my panties.  Do I take them off?”

“No, just pull them aside for the time being,” her father instructed.

Julie did so, and reclined against the edge of the pool, spreading her legs.  Lynn began to insert the tube of pate, and it slid home easily.  Then she began to squeeze it as she pulled it out, much as if she were forcing all the toothpaste out of a toothpaste tube.  When she finally pulled the limp plastic rag out of Julie’s cunt, the entire contents of the tube was left inside.

“Mmmm,” murmured Julie.  “I want to land on more Special squares.”

“Me too!” concurred Lynn.

Julie lost her panties soon after that, and from then on, the two girls became increasingly covered in messy food.  Disrobe squares now became Massage squares, and both Lynn and Julie found themselves rubbing all kinds of sticky, messy and squishy food into each other’s breasts, buttocks and pussies.

Lynn was the next to land on a Special square.  “Ah,” said Martin.  “Now Julie has to pour honey over your pussy and then lick it off.”

“Lucky me!” was Lynn’s reaction, and she parted her legs for Julie, who poured an entire jar of honey on to her lover’s pussy.  As she sucked and licked it off, Lynn closed her eyes and moaned softly.

The game finished shortly afterwards, with Lynn reaching the end first.  She was therefore the winner, but neither girl cared one bit.  They continued pouring food over each other until there was nothing left outside the paddling pool.  Inside, the goo was a couple of inches deep, and the girls lay down and began to writhe around in the mess, picking up handfuls to pour over each other.  Then they embraced, kissing passionately, while they caressed each other’s slippery bodies.

Martin, after watching them for a moment, tiptoed past them and went inside, leaving them to their love-making.  It had been, he thought to himself, a most successful and entertaining game.

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