Monday, 29 May 2017

Ketnet Kingsize woman with freckles

This week a woman with freckles got gunged with purple gunge. I am not sure which lady I was routing for to get the gunge, but it did look good. The full gallery is at:

https://tellygunge.wordpress.com/2017/05/29/ketnet-kingsize-woman-with-freckles/










Sunday, 28 May 2017

Catherine Southon and Christina Trevanian



Catherine Southon and Christina Trevanian         
    
Catherine Southon and Christina Trevanian had managed to escape when the antique gameshow that they appeared on had episodes with messy consequences. Several of their female colleagues had lost and wound up covered in mess. This included Kate Bliss and others. The show had been the most popular episode that was ever aired of the program. It was so popular in fact that they decided to do another similar episode. These two were selected as contestants to go up against the two man team of David Harper and Phillip Serrell. It would be men vs. women. The teams would have a few hours to go around a boot fair and to choose items that could be sold at auction. The team making the most in profit would be the winners. The stakes were going to be high. The losing team would be getting gunged by the winners. These two ladies were well to do, rich women. They did not want to end up covered in mess. It took a lot for them to agree to take part in the program, but others had taken part before, so they did not have much of an argument to get out of the episode. They were fairly confident that they would win and get to mess the men, which they thought was a hilarious prospect, but there was about a fifty fifty chance that they would be the losing team. It would be impossible to tell until everything was sold at the auction.

From the beginning of the show, there were graphics and teases that this was a very special episode of the show and that the losing team would get messy. It was a running theme throughout that both teams kept discussing. Throughout the entire show each team talked about how they could not lose and how much they would enjoy messing the other team. The tension built up as the show went on. Each team selected three items to sell at the auction. The items that they purchased were not really the best of items. There was not that many great items to choose from. It would be a really close call. It would all depend on how things went on the day of the auction. 

The men went first. They were able to make a profit. Their totals added up to £120, which was not bad, but not unbeatable either. It was then the ladies turn. The first two items sold well and they were up £125. It looked like they would win if they could get any profit on the last item. Unfortunately for them, much to their shock and dismay, the last item did very poorly. They had bought the item for £50. It sound for £30.  This means that they lost £20. Their total was £105 overall. They ended up losing. Of course they did not know this yet. It would all be revealed at the end.


The very corny host now appeared with the two teams. He announced that both teams had made a profit, but one team was still the losers. Who would it be? “The ladies made a nice profit of £105 overall. The men made a profit of £120. That means the men are the today’s winners,” he said. The two women laughed in embarrassment. The men shook hands and celebrated their victory. The two women looked at each other and shook their heads, blushing. They knew that they were about to be humiliated on national television. The two ladies wore flowery dresses. “Ladies, you are our unlucky losers and that means that you will be getting the special punishment,” the host said. 

The results were recapped as the ladies were lead to their seats. They were sat back to back. They laughed and buried their faces in their hands. The men laughed as they got some buckets ready to use upon these two. The men approached carrying their buckets in their hands. The two women put their hands in praying position. They looked up at them and begged them not to do this to them. “Today on Bargain Hunt, the men have defeated the ladies. As a result, the ladies now are having to face the consequences. Men when you are ready, let the ladies have it. My condolences ladies,” he said. They begged them please not to do this to them.

The men laughed loudly as they approached. The ladies closed their eyes as the men began to pour the green thick sloppy gunge from the buckets over their heads. They screamed as the aquamarine coloured gunge splashed down over them. It splashed all over their heads and down their bodies, splattering all over their dresses. “Oh my goodness, this is so embarrassing,” they said in their posh accents. “It is revolting,” Catherine said. Two of the most respected antiques experts in the country were being reduced to being covered in sloppy mess all over their bodies by their colleagues. The men moved their buckets back and forth over both of the women making sure to disperse gunge as evenly as possible all over them both. They stuck their tongues out and made disgusted looking funny faces as the men laughed and wildly dumped gunge over them. 

The men then took two more buckets, this time contains similar but creamy pink gunge. They repeated as they had just done, dumping their loads over their female colleagues. They lowered their heads as gunge poured over their heads and down over their bodies. They screamed each other’s names and laughed as the gunge was dispersed all over them. Gunge covered their dresses and bodies. The embarrassment was compounded by the fact that they found the two men who were doing this to them absolutely repulsive. Catherine raised a leg as gunge fell on her body. Christina shrugged her shoulders as gunge ran down her hair and sides of her head. 

Gunge dripped down their bodies. It was all over them. The men then finished them off by slamming pies into their faces. Each pied them both simultaneously, sandwiching their heads together with the pies, covering their faces and hair in creamy pie. The cameras panned up and down their mess covered bodies.

The host then said,” Oh dear ladies. Those are the consequences. Thank you for being on Bargain Hunt. This is certainly a day none of us will ever forget. Yes, yes.”

Wednesday, 24 May 2017

Ketnet Kingsize couple

This episode of Ketnet Kingsize was pretty hot. This couple ended up covered in gunge together. Can imagine being in their place. I can imagine that they had to have an interesting time in the shower cleaing up afterwards. The woman took a lot of the mess too. The full gallery is at:

https://tellygunge.wordpress.com/2017/05/24/ketnet-kingsize-couple/












Monday, 22 May 2017

Danielle Harold fake gunging

This is a fake of Danielle Harold- Lola on Eastenders covered in gunge. It really suited her.


Sunday, 21 May 2017

1,000 Posts

Believe it or not, this is my 1,000th post. For those who don't know, I run this blog by myself. I write all the stories, make all the fakes and stills. It's hard to believe there have been a 1,000 posts. It is getting to nearly 500 stories as well. I guess it's a milestone. Thanks to everyone who has enjoyed the site.

-JRG


Edith Bowman the unlikely



Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. I have never met Edith Bowman. She is probably happily married. It is just a fantasy. 

Edith Bowman the unlikely

I did not realise that so many celebrities secretly longed to get messy. I had never really spoken to a celebrity before, but one day I got a message on my email from someone who turned out to be just that. The email said that the person enjoyed my website and hearing about celebrities getting messy. Later she divulged that she herself was a minor celebrity and had always wanted to read a story about herself or for a messing to happen to her for real. I had no idea who it might be at first, but eventually, she revealed her identity. I was sworn to secrecy, but it turns out that the lady in question was none other than radio presenter Edith Bowman. I was rather excited when I heard this. Although Edith was not a superstar or a model or anything, I had always found her quite attractive. She had quite a sexy accent, actually. We continued to communicate for some time. We began to speak more often and the talks became more and more explicit and messy. This went on for quite a while. Eventually, it all reached a critical mass. One day she sent me a message saying, “F*** it. I want to get messy. Mess me.” Of course, I could not believe my ears when I heard this. I could not believe that she was serious. At this point, I did not fully believe that it was really her. I did think to myself,” Why would anyone pretend to be Edith Bowman? There are far bigger celebrities people could pretend to be.” 

I decided that I really had nothing to lose and everything to gain from the situation so we decided that we would meet up and carry out both of our fantasies. We made plans to meet somewhere neutral. I was half expecting no one to be there, but sure enough there she was, Edith Bowman in the flesh. It was a coffee shop near BBC studios. We got a coffee and discussed things. It was all in hushed tones and very erotic. The whole setup was very exciting and arousing. “I can’t believe we are doing this. I feel so hot though right now. I am just dying to get messy,” she whispered. We sat opposite one another. She reached her legs across under the table and erotically began to rub her leg against mine. “This is so dirty,” she said. I was drinking a sorry of strawberry and cream drink. She told me,” Right now, all I can think about is you pouring that all over me.” I smiled at her. “Why don’t we get five or six to go?,” I said. She licked her lips. “Let’s,” she said. We did just that. We ordered a few of the thick messy drink and went off together to Edith’s flat. She also had other items there that she had purchased to be used upon her. 

We walked to her place carrying the trays of the drinks. She looked really good in person. She wore jeans, a grey t-shirt with a band logo and a brown leather jacket. We both could not wait to get there. Luckily, it was not a long walk. As we walked there, she continued to whisper all sorts of filthy things in my ear. As we entered her front door, we walked over to the kitchen counter and placed the trays down. She then whipped her jacket off and flung herself at me. We started kissing and touching all over each other. We were both highly aroused just thinking about the plans we were about to carry out together. By this time, each of us had our hands firmly on the other person’s crotch. I could feel that the crotch of her jeans was soaking wet. “This is going to be amazing. I am so wet already,” she whispered. 

As we kissed and touched, I reached over to take the first of the cold drinks. Edith looked up at me and smiled. I held it over her. She licked her lips and had the sexiest look in her eyes that I had ever seen in my entire life. “Looks so creamy,” she purred. She closed her eyes as I slowly tipped the plastic cup over her head. The whipped cream that covered the topped of the drink fell and tumbled onto Edith’s head, landing squarely on the top of her head. The rest of the drink then poured down her scraggly blonde hair and down her face. She let out a grunt that sounded as if she was responding to the gentle touch of a lover upon her body. I tipped more down the front of her shirt. The drink rolled down her breasts and down her stomach. Her belly button was peeking out from beneath her shirt, so I poured more of the brown drink onto her stomach and belly button. It then dumped more onto her lap over her jeans and then down each of her legs. She moaned and shivered as she felt the cold drink cascade down her clothes and body. 

The next drink I poured up and down her boots and even a bit inside of them. I then poured some right into the back of her jeans. She jumped and wiggled as she felt the cold mess down the back of her underwear all over her rear end. I then poured more down her neck and into the inside of her shirt. She kept saying,” Oooh yes,” and ,” Oh my God,” as I dumped the drinks upon her body. She leaned over and kissed me passionately as I began to dump a strawberry and cream drink over her head and down her chest. She then reached down and quickly removed her shirt, throwing it asunder. She then unbuttoned her jeans and dropped them to her knees. I pulled up with the drink before pouring more of it gently down her onto her bra and stomach and then down onto her underwear. Her underwear had super hero logos on them. They were now soaked pink. She also began to finger herself as I grabbed another of the drinks. “I’m so f****** horny,” she exclaimed.

I poured more of the drinks onto her body, one after another as she grinded her hips. She was soaked in the drink. In one of the last drinks was a few stray ice cubes. I reached in and grabbed this. I then took my fingers and ran the ice up and down Edith’s belly and between her breasts, watching it slowly melt away. It was very satisfying as we lived out what we had been imagining in the shop. The drink I had been drinking was now being poured onto a half-naked Edith Bowman. 

I then went and took some of the other items that Edith had procured. “Get the mustard,” she said in her sexy Scottish accent. I did as I was asked, grabbing a container of cheap yellow mustard. I held it over her head and squeezed some out. I then moved it back and forth on her head, forming tightly coiled lines of yellow mess that dripped down her face. I then did the same to her stomach and lap, making piles and lines of the yellow condiment on her. I then took a jar of relish and dumped it over her head and into her underwear. I took my hand and patted the front of her underwear, smooshing the relish into her neatly trimmed fanny. She referred to this as her Mary, which was quite cute, I thought.

I then took a chocolate cream pie that she had purchased and pushed it into her face, mashing it around. I then smeared it downwards, all the way to her stomach, smearing chocolaty pie filled mess all the way down her body. She then through her arms around me. We rolled over and she lead me to her bedroom where we quickly enjoyed what can be best described as the climax of the evening’s festivities.