Written by PML — 2011 — from WamLibrary
f/m, m/f, slime
Emma wandered into the room, wearing her University hoody and jeans, wondering where her husband was. She had just left Kelly and Eddie in the lounge, who had started getting comfortable, and while Emma would normally stay and watch, she fancied having a go with Peter. The hallway was clear, so she walked around the house.
As she neared the gunge room, she saw the door to the control room ajar. Curiosity getting the better of her, Emma went over and peeked in the room. There was no one inside, but the computer was on. Emma went over to see what was going on. A bunch of computer code was running down the screen, instead of the usual windows interface. Emma never really understood computing, so looked into the main room. There he was, Peter strolling around the gunge room in his robe.
Emma made her way down into the room, calling out to Peter as she went through the door. Peter appeared to ignore her, but instead turned to look at one of the dunk tanks in the room. Emma made her way over, licking her lips at what she was going to do to Peter, when he turned to look directly at her. Without saying a word, he lifted her up, and carried her fireman style over to one of the other gunge tanks. Peter put her down, kissed Emma’s nose before closing the bottom half of the door, leaning against it from outside the tank.
“So babe, what brings you over to the gunge room?”
“You know, I was looking to make you a man. You should join me in here.”
“Maybe later.” Peter banged the side of the tank.
Blue gunge poured out over Emma, who instantly ducked under the gunge, but not moving her hands one bit. She could feel the slime splattering all over her white hoody and tight jeans, while the blue stuff gathered inside Emma’s hood. Her hair was previously a mess, but now it was soaked in blue gunge, which was slowly dribbling down her face. The gunge stopped, but Emma just sighed, before throwing her hair back. Hearing the splat against the back of the gunge tank, Emma looked forward to Peter. From where he had been leaning, he had been splashed with some of the gunge, was overall clean, especially compared to Emma.
“Come here you.” Emma grabbed Peter, and pulled him in for a sloppy kiss. As they parted, Peter moved back to let Emma out. Once free, Emma grabbed Peter again and started to drag him over to the Carwash gungetank. Seeing it fully set up, she plonked Peter in the chair and ripped open his robe, finding him naked underneath and ready to go. She ditched her jeans, though keeping her hoody, and then slid herself onto Peter. Taking a moment to get herself comfortable in the chair, she hit a button hidden just under the arm, setting the washers into motion. Peter hit a button under the other arm, before pulling Emma in for a kiss.
The chair rocked as it shifted forwards. Emma used the motion of the chair to bounce up and down on Peter as the brushes sprayed water into her face. She continued with her motion, panting harder as the chair slowed under the nozzle and a siren sounded. Pink and orange slime, mixed in a swirl, poured out and splattered all over the randy couple. Peter was straight in the firing line, but the amount splashing over Emma’s small frame meant they both were absolutely plastered as the gunge continued to pour. In fact since Emma was going so hard, she ended up with a mouthful of gunge. She kept going however even as the gunge flow slowed and the chair moved them out from the tank.
They both reached a climax, before taking a rest, completely soaked in the peachy gunge. After a while, Peter pulled the ruined hoody off Emma, before dragging her over to the GYOB gunk dunk that he was looking at earlier. Having already ditched his robe, he climbed up onto the seat, still covered in the gunge. He smiled goofily at Emma, signalling her to let the seat rip. Emma pulled a few poses for Peter, before pulling the lever. The seat launched Peter down into the pool of green gunge, which he falls completely under the surface, but strangely enough, no gunge fell down from above. Peter surfaced and looked over to Emma.
“You know you want to.”
Emma grinned as she went and climbed into the seat. From the tank, Peter waves his hand towards the control room, which instantly sets off the tanks above Emma all at once. A sickly mixture of bright green gunge, shiny yellow slime and some blue goo splatters all over a soaked Emma. She screamed, although it was hard to tell anymore whether it was a scream of terror, or a scream of delight. After a few moments, the deluge ended, but as soon as that happened, the seat gave way and Emma plunged into the gunge, splashing next to Peter. She surfaced with a huge gasp, just before more yellow slime fell over the two of them.
Emma settled down, before setting her eyes on Peter. With a sultry smile, she pounced, playing about with Peter in the gunge, before eventually climbing out and letting all her emotions free with Peter.
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The next morning, Kelly walked into the kitchen to grab some breakfast, only to see a naked Emma, still covered in the gunge from the night before.
“I see you found Peter then. Hope you left some for me and Eddie.”