Story contains F-Solo, Consensual Snuff, Explosives

As it turned out, blasting gelatin was not easy to come by. One could not simply walk into a hardware store and ask for several liters of gooey, malleable explosives. Jessica has to do quite some wheeling and dealing to get her eager hands on a drum of the stuff. Apparently, it was ‘excess’ from some mining operation in South America, but she didn’t care if her peculiar proclivities set back some diamond tycoons operations by a few weeks.

All she cared about was the bang.

Jessica almost squealed in delight when she saw that her benefactors had thrown in a detonator and a few cartoon-like sticks of dynamite. Perhaps they thought she was robbing a bank. She snickered at the thought of herself in a striped burglar outfit, cat burglar mask and big bag marked ‘swag’, crouched over the detonator with her ears plugged. Truly, no safe would be… well… safe.

It took some hauling to get the full barrel into the room she had prepared. A large bed with white satin sheets stood in the centre of a checkerboard tile floor. The walls were mirrored, as was the ceiling. A bedside table was, as one might guess, beside the bed. It was surrounded by buckets and held a large soup ladle and a pair of pink swimming goggles. Jessica carefully placed the detonator on the table and, as an afterthought, put a large, smooth, red stick of dynamite next to it. Smiling to herself, she dashed from the room and returned with a black marker pen. Writing “TNT” on the side of the explosive device, she sat back, satisfied at its cartoonish appearance.

And here I was wondering which vibrator to use, she thought.

Her eagerness to jump right into the fun almost took over, but she decided on having a shower first

Must let the anticipation build.

Jessica wandered to her bathroom, and admired herself in the mirror. “Fuck, girl, this is going to be amazing,” she complimented herself. She gave herself a striptease, pouting and gyrating like a pole dancer.

Am I a narcissus? Maybe. But a fucking hot one. She squeezed her breasts and slid a finger between her legs.

A fucking wet one, too. She sucked on the finger, gave her reflection one last coquettish wink, and hopped into the shower.

It didn’t last long, and after drying herself from her long hair to her longer legs, her desire drew her back to the explosive room again. Seeing her apparatus laying out, she dropped her towel in excitement. She walked on tippy-toes over the cold floor, her luxurious naked body reflected a million times in the mirrors. She carefully removed the lid of the barrel of gelatin, and dipped a finger in the highly explosive goo, removing a sticky, pearly white dab of the stuff.

Looks like cum, she pondered. Unable to resist, she licked the coated finger. Bleh! She stuck her tongue out, as if getting it out of her mouth would help with the horrible taste. Does not taste as good. No, sir.

But, I’m not here to eat it… although… The thought of being stuffed full of explosives flashed through her mind and added to her excitement. She toyed with the idea, but ultimately rejected it on the grounds of bad taste.

She began filling up buckets with blasting gelatin, her shoulders rolling as she pulled bucket load after bucket load of cool, explosive jelly out of the barrel. Walking to the other side of the bed, she poured an entire bucket of gelatin on the bed, the white satin sheets going grey beneath the slick jelly. Molding a pile near the bedside table, she attached the wires from the detonator, noting the unnecessary meters of blasting cord provided, obviously to give the detonator a safe distance from the blasting zone.

They really had no idea.

Then she put on the only item of clothing she would wear; the swimming goggles. Can’t possibly see what I look like if I go and get this in my eyes. Eyeing the large cum-like stain of explosive goo on the bed, she wondered why bukkake actresses never wore goggles. Shrugging, she pulled her hair up through the band of the goggles and let it fall down over her shoulders and back. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she eyed the highly explosive buckets.

Where to start?

Tentatively, like a woman slowly getting into a pool, Jessica dipped the tip of her big toe into the goo, giggling at the ticklish sensation. She immersed her whole foot, and then pulled it back out, letting the blasting jelly slide off the top. She wiggled her toes, the milky-white blasting-cum between them making her giggle, then laugh out, tossing her head back. She dipped the foot back in, and lay back, gasping at the cool reminder of the pool of slightly more stable nitroglycerin her. Jessica felt the pressure of the goo spreading out, warming to her body heat. She wondered if she could set it off without the detonator, just by getting herself hot enough…

She lifted her leg, pointing her jelly covered foot straight up, letting the gelatin run down the length of her leg, sliding slickly over her calf and thigh but slowing, getting thicker, just before her wet pussy. She rolled her eyes at the explosives lack of enthusiasm, and ran her middle finger up the inside of her thigh, coating it with oily goo. Carefully, she added it to her own pussy juices, rubbing the jelly that could blast through a rock wall slowly over her lower lips. She sighed, smiling, a warmth building between her legs faster than she’d ever known before.

With warmth came energy, and Jessica hefted a bucket up, pouring it over her breasts with an almost manic grin. It was a cumshot, her own bukkake, a slick, wicked picture of sticky joy. The explosive poured down her body, pooled on her taught tummy around her belly button, flowed over her waist onto the sheets and down over her pussy, quickly warming to her rising body heat. She grabbed another bucket, thoughts of carefully ladling it over herself forgotten to the idea of being coated, now, faster, more. She squealed with delight as she poured it over head, her hair getting slimy, a vision of dangerous, perilous goo cumming down over her swim goggles. The unpleasant taste forgotten, she both spat and swallowed explosives, moaning with gastronomic satisfaction as her mouth filled with liquid dynamite, as it spilt over her chin and onto her breasts. The bucket clattered as it fell to the floor, a used receptacle, a used condom in an orgy of explosive pleasure.

Jessica’s long fingers swirled over her clit, and she massaged her tits, pinching her nipples then grabbing the whole breast as if frustrated that she couldn’t squeeze all the pleasure out at once. Her body glistened with oily explosive as she writhed on the bed, a bed that could now blow a hole in a cliff side. Her breast hand wandered down her body, sliding over her abdomen, down to join the other hand in pleasuring her pussy. Her fingers briefly laced together as her right hand clenched the left in a moment of building ecstasy, then, slick with her own cum and the oily gelignite, she plunged her middle finger deep into herself.

The sudden pleasure of pressure on her g-spot mixed with the pleasure of working her clit like nitro and glycerin. Jessica’s eyes flared and she let out a laugh, a laugh that turned to gasping and then screaming with ecstasy as she fuck… fuck… FUCKED herself. Her legs splayed apart, knocking a bucket of gelignite onto the tiles. Her left hand stopped rubbing her clit as the palm of her right, so oily, so lubricated, took over, abandoning the circular motion of a gentle finger for the fast paced up and down motion of a hard fuck. She didn’t even pause when she slid her ring finger in, past the knuckle, bound up tight in her pussy against her middle finger. Her free hand clutched first at her messy, gooey hair, then at the slick, now dangerous satin sheets. She clenched at the bed as she fucked herself closer and closer.

Jessica’s screams had turned to breathless gasps as she built herself up. Her thighs started to squeeze down on her hand and her head tossed from side to side. She caught a glance of the detonator, the t-shaped plunger tantalizingly close, and she reached out and held it, sliding her hand up and down the middle stick like the hard cock of a favored fuck-buddy. She even laced hand over the top and clenched it, ready to press down, but she had to let go, her left hand automatically darting back down to her clit as she lifted her right hand higher, so she could go deeper, faster.

She came.

It was intense. Explosive. All the forced and power she craved, it was as if it went off inside her. Her back arched, breasts falling back and ribcage stretching the toned muscle from her chest to her waist even tighter. Her legs stretched, her toes pointed. She squeezed her thighs together, her pussy so tight around her fingers. Curled up on her back, she shuddered and shook with waves of pleasure for what felt like forever.

As she came back down from the orgasmic high, she splayed herself out on her bed, sighing happily, her cheeks flushed. She looked at herself in the mirror and giggled almost shyly. As she slowly played with her clit, savoring the tingling, she eyed the detonator. “You almost had me there,” she accused.

She rested for a short while, teasing her clit into another, much smaller orgasm. An aperitif of sorts, one that made her bite down softly on her full lips. And when she tried to sit up, she made an exciting discovery.

Despite the movement and warmth, the gelignite had hardened, making it tricky to get up. Enough of it, and movement would clearly be impossible.

While explosives are definitely my number one fetish, Jessica thought, bondage is definitely up there too.

Excited by this new, unthought-of prospect, she got to work heaping and layering the gelignite to make a slippery, oily pile that would melt over her and set, fixing her to the bed. She positioned the detonator carefully, making sure she would still be able to reach it while stuck. And then she saw her TNT, her shaft of dynamite, and her lust reignited.

Taking the bomb from the table, she strutted over to a mirrored wall, taking in her gelignite covered body, her breasts smooth and gleaming, her legs still dripping with explosive jelly. She took off her goggles and gazed into the mirror, her playfully curling the wick of the dynamite around her fingers. Pouting erotically, she gave the dynamite a soft kiss, and then licked the tip of her tongue from one end to another. It didn’t have a taste like the gelignite, but she wouldn’t care if it did. With a smile, she wrapped her full lips slowly over the end of the bomb.

Jessica’s eyes rolled back and her eyelids fluttered, the feeling of a shaft in her mouth exhilarating her. She remembered past blow jobs; the sucking the cocks of boyfriends, fellating the sex toys of girlfriends. And the thought that this was a bomb, dynamite, TNT, that if she wanted she could light the wick and give herself orgasmic oral sensation until it exploded, until she exploded…

Her eyes closed, deep-throating the TNT, she slowly walked backward to the explosive bed, her feet leaving footprints in the pools of spilt blasting jelly. She lay down, plastic explosive oozing up around her body, holding her down, embracing her, over her ankles, across her tummy, around her neck. She held the dynamite with two hands, still fucking it with her mouth, eager to fuck it with her pussy but reticent to relinquish it from her lips. The long red stick slid in and out, the wick coiled around her ring finger that not long ago had been deep inside her pussy. The sucking sounds got louder, more eager, as she pictured a burning wick getting ever shorter, ever closer, with the bomb deep inside her mouth.

As Jessica vigorously blew the explosive, the gelignite that had layered her like leather bonds stiffened. Her legs could no longer move, though she could still curl her toes and point her feet with pleasure. Her neck was fastened down to the sheet, too heavy with explosives to move. And while she writhed with pleasure, she could not move from the bed.

She was thrilled beyond words at the helplessness. Giving the dynamite one last, long, deep kiss, she moved the stick down to her wet, slick pussy. Slowly rubbing the end of it around her pussy lips, she gave out a gasp as she plunged the bomb deep inside of her. Holding it still, with the wick still wrapped around her finger, she put her other hand on the detonator plunger. She wanted to suck that, too, to fuck the t-shaped bar that would give her such a blast so soon with her mouth, her tongue, and her lips. But she couldn’t lift her head. She could only watch her splayed out, gelignite bound body in the mirror above as she started to roll her hips, her butt sliding on the smooth, oily satin, as she thrust the dynamite in and out.

She was coated with explosive cum, bound with it, full of it. Her pussy was being pleasured by a shaft of dynamite, the full ecstatic enormity of it all mirrored in her excited eyes as she watched herself fuck herself, her eyes growing wide, pressure building so fast, so fast, the big red bomb fucking her, fucking her hard, everything a slippery, gooey mess, a gooey mess that was gonna explode, all at once!

“Oh, my fucking GOD!” she shouted as she worked the dynamite in and out of herself faster and deeper, one hand on the detonator, toes clenching the sheets, hips thrusting up and down within the restraints of the explosive jelly, explosive goo, explosive cum… she clenched the stick of TNT harder and tipped her head back, then to the side, her fingers wrapped around the detonator, the det cord reaching down to her like an eager voyeur and she about to blow… about to explode…

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m FUCKING CUMM-MM-ING!” she moaned rapidly. A million kiloton orgasms blasted over her and she tried to push down the detonator.

Instead, her hands too slippery with explosive slime, the detonator fell to the floor.

“NO!” she howled, still fucking herself, still cumming, unable to stop. She looked about madly, unable to get up, looking for something to light the wick to the dynamite that was deep in and out of her pussy, the bomb that was making her cum.

Another orgasm pulled her away from the useless search, and her whole body tried to lift from the bed, straining against the now-solid explosives around her body. She kept fucking herself, screams of frustration lost to screams of orgasm. Another orgasm, the fourth… fifth?… washed over her, and she slowed, stopped, panting, breathing hard, hand still holding the dynamite, dynamite still filling her, her pussy muscles trying to pull it further in, to keep fucking.

But when Jessica kicked with frustration at her perfect erotic fantasy being spoiled by slippery fingers (never a problem before), she found her leg was free. All the shaking, moving, must have been enough.

Using the ceiling mirror to guide her long, voluptuous leg, she found the detonator on the floor. The unnecessary length of detonation cord proved useful in the end, as it was still attached beside her. Jessica gave herself a smug smile in the mirror above, which turned to laughter as she began fucking herself again, slower this time, like making love.

She tried to move the detonator back to the bed, but it has stuck fast in the gelignite spilled earlier. No matter, she thought, I can press down with my foot when I’m ready to…

Ready to…

“Ready to blow-ow-OHMYGOD!” The slow motion of the stick of dynamite in her pussy had triggered an orgasm so powerful, so unexpected. Jessica couldn’t believe the raw pleasure of the sensation as it took over her body, from deep inside her pussy. She moaned loudly, back arched, fists clenching. Unable to stop it. Not wanting to stop it. Wanting to explode as her legs and feet stretched without her willing it, as the pleasure took over and pushed down the detonator…

Ka-BOOM!