Just like the movies

Rhonda and Amanda had just started up the stairs when they met Tracie coming down.

"Well, it looks like you two had a good... wait, Amanda, why are not totally soaked?"

"What? Why would I want to be soaked in spuz?"

Rhonda blinked a couple of times. "What's going on here?"

Tracie brushed a bit of slicked hair off of Rhonda's face. "Go upstairs; don't bother toweling, just get out your purple vibrator – not the red one, the purple one – and fuck yourself silly with it. In the morning you'll be dry and smooth as fresh silk."

"She's not going to- Rhonda! Where are you going?"

"I have to go have an intimate meeting with Princess Plum." Rhonda continued up the stairs, swaying her hips in anticipation.

Amanda turned back to Tracie. "How did you do that... that..."

"Jedi mind trick?"

"No way are you a Jedi!"

"No, I'm not; but unlike you I know something about what's going on."

"Then why didn't you say anything?"

"Because if I spilled to you in this state, the ghosts would find out."

"How could he, he doesn't have ears, just a pe- wait, did you say ghosts?"

"Come on." Tracie grabbed Amanda's shoulders, turned her around and started marching her back down the stairs.

"What are you doing? There's no way I'm going back into that..."

Tracie pushed her through the door and closed it behind both of them.

Every surface in the room was oozing cum. It coated the walls, the floor, the fixtures; it even dripped from the ceiling.

"This is disgusting! I've never seen anything like it before!"

"Yes you have; it's just like the room in Hardcore Hell-Haunts, which is on your hard drive in the 'Oh Yeah' folder."

"How do you know what's on my laptop?"

"You mean the 1.374 terabytes of porn you use for masturbation fodder? I'll tell you later; right now you're Natasha and I'm Hell'n. Drink up."

"What!?"

Tracie pushed her and dunked her head and upper body in the cum-filled bathtub. She instinctively tried to scream but instead the warm liquid gushed into her mouth and down her throat. She's going to drown me in demon-spooge, she thought.

But just like in the movie she found she could breathe. What they hadn't shown was that the spuz swirled around her nonexistent tits in a way-too-satisfying manner and caused her nipples to firm up even more than when she rubbed them with a stick of warm butter.

One hand held her down, resting exactly on that sensitive spot on her spine that she could only reach with a backscratcher. Another dragged gobs of squiz up her back and spread them on her ass. Again, it squelched just like the butter. But with the butter she'd... oh yeah! The viscous liquid flowed into her open hole and filled her with its gooshy goodness. It was even better than the butter because there was more of it and it was pulsing inside her.

When something touched her slit she tried to gasp, but the liquid filling her mouth just played with her tongue. Speaking of tongues, that felt like a... the lips confirmed it. She's eating me out!

Soppy fingers joined the tongue working her button and slot until she was making as much liquid as she was taking. She slipped further into the tub until something caught her ankles. The... the... the... cum (there, I used the word) writhed around inside her, feeling for all the world like the tentacle sex she'd watched and dreamed about. The orgasm hit her like a freight train.

Something pulled Amanda upwards by her nipples, which should have hurt but instead was just erotic. Her face broke the surface of the water. Her chest heaved and she hacked out a stream of spuz. Tracie broke surface in front of her, smiling a big dopey grin at her. Her shirt was soaked and semi-transparent, clearly showing the outline of her dark bra. Amanda realized she hadn't seen it while she was under, nor could she feel her own tee that was now slicked to her skin.

"Okay, now we can talk."

She looked at Tracie, "Good, because you've got a lot of explaining to do."