4 comments/ 50725 views/ 9 favorites Muddin' By: Christhecat Kent held his book in one hand and scraped dirt off the side of his sneaker with a stick he held in the other. Deciding to read his assigned chapter on a bench in front of the English building on the nicest day of the year was a big mistake, Kent thought. Waaaaaaaaaaay too easy to get distracted out here. A deep purr caught Kent’s ear and grew louder as an old pick-up truck rounded the corner and slid into one of the student parking spaces. Dried mud was splattered across the entire truck like it was a mobile Jackson Pollack canvas. Kent trained his eye on the vehicle as the driver’s door opened and a girl stepped out. Kent recognized her as a classmate in his American Lit class that just finished a few minutes ago. He tried to pretend he wasn’t staring her down as she strode across the parking lot, but he wasn’t very convincing. A worn-in cowboy hat sat atop her head full of flowing black hair. Her body was a genuine phenomenon, slender but curvy, with a little extra padding in the boobs and butt. Flawless legs ran from the frayed bottoms of her cut-off jean shorts down to the knee-high cowboy boots sheathing her smallish feet. Kent was so caught up with the sight of her that he didn’t even realize she was coming toward him until she was right in front of his face. Kent jumped back, startled. The girl smirked. “Don’t tell me class is over,” she said, a southern twang decorating her feathery voice. Country girls. Kent was a city kid attending school in a rural college town. No matter how many times he heard it, that accent always gave him pause. “Yeah, it ended about 15 minutes ago,” Kent responded. His eyes moved slowly from her rack up to her eyes. “Shit.” The girl bit her thick red lower lip and stomped her foot. “I gotta get my fuckin’ watch fixed. This is the second time this month.” “You didn’t miss much,” Kent assured her. “We just went over ‘Gatsby’ again, and --” “I don’t get that book,” the girl whined. “I mean, what the fuck is with that green light? What’s that supposed to mean? I don’t like that symbolism shit. I’m a tell-it-like-it-is kinda girl, y’now? No frontin’. No bullshit.” Kent laughed. To an academian lit major like himself, dismissing symbolism as bullshit was tantamount to sacrilege. But never question a pretty girl. “You’re pretty smart, aren’t you?” the girl asked. “How’d you like to help me with some of the lit homework?” “Sure. When would be good for you?” “How about right now?” Kent shrugged. He wasn’t gonna get any work done out here anyway. “Why not?” The girl flashed a smile as big as a cornfield. “Great!” she said. “Hop in the truck. We’ll go to my place.” The two students made their way over to the mud-encrusted truck. “How in the hell did you get that thing so dirty?” “Muddin’. I LOVE muddin’,” she said. “Takin’ a truck out in a field and just drivin’ through all the yuck and shit … Great way to spend a weekend.” Kent rolled his eyes. How redneck. “You really get a kick out of that, huh? That‘s what you do every weekend?” A devious glint appeared in the girl’s eye. “Not every weekend. There are other fun things to do in the mud.” Kent’s body stiffened. He was a little confused, as he really didn’t know what she was talking about, but something about the way she said it made it sounds VERY sexual. Kent climbed in the passenger seat and the girl started the motor. “What’s your name, by the way? I can‘t remember,” he asked as she turned her head to pull out backwards and stretched her arm across the seat, casually laying it behind his shoulder. “Jenna,” she said. “You’re Kent, right?” He smiled. “You’re smart.” “Then what do I need you for?” After a brief laugh by both parties, Kent shifted in his seat and turned to look out the window. He found himself hoping the sexual tension wasn’t just in his head. The truck pulled up in front of an old farmhouse, surrounded by acres of field and weeds. The two students got out and made their way to the porch. Kent looked around and took it all in. “You’re a farmer?” “Nah, me and my roommate just rent it during the school year. We got a sweet deal,” Jenna explained. They entered the house and Kent sat down on the couch, placed his book on the table before him. Jenna headed for the kitchen. “You want something to drink?” “Whattya got?” A pause. “Bud and MGD,” she hollered from the kitchen. “You have any coffee?” “Son, you have a cock, right? You’re havin’ a Bud.” As Kent watched her take the beer bottle to the counter and pop it open, he shook his head and laughed to himself. Why was he attracted to her? She had a great body, sure, but the way she was dressed, the way she talk, her attitude toward school … it was all so country. So redneck. Yet there she was, and there his cock was, hardening beneath his jeans. Kent shifted to try and cover his stiffy. Jenna entered and sat down beside Kent, handed him the beer. She took a mighty swig of her own. Kent watched the bottle neck extend from her mouth, imaging those lips were wrapped around his cock instead. She caught him staring and pulled the bottle away, wiping her mouth and belching. “Something wrong with the way I drink?” Kent offered a nervous laugh. “Nope. Absolutely nothing wrong with that.” “No man I ever met thought so either,” Jenna said, grinning. She grabbed the book off the table and opened it, threw it in Kent’s lap. “Ready to get crackin’?” “Sure …” Kent’s voice trailed off. He flipped aimlessly through the pages, then started to look up at Jenna. He hesitated, then looked up at her again. She was staring pretty intently at him too. Kent swallowed before speaking. “So where do you … ‘mud,’ around here?” Kent asked. He noticed Jenna’s eyes light up at the question. “Oh, there’s a big mud pit out back,” Jenna said, thumbing behind her shoulder. “Wanna see it?” “Yeah, I think I do.” Jenna got up and headed for the back door. As Kent followed her, Jenna remarked, “You don’t look like the type of guy who’d be interested in muddin’ to me. You look all preppy, you know. Like you keep clean and all that.” Kent raised an eyebrow. “Doesn’t everyone?” Jenna laughed. “You aren’t around local guys much, are you? The only time you can get them to shower is when you get in there with them. Hell, that’s the only time I shower either.” Kent could tell. He could smell her body odor across the room. But it wasn’t necessary a bad thing … something about her natural scent was intoxicating. They stepped out onto the back porch and Kent whistled as he spotted the mud hole. It was a massive brown spot that spread across a couple of acres. Mostly it was fairly shallow, but one part looked pretty deep. “How deep is that one hole out there?” Kent asked. Jenna smirked. “Deep enough to sink into.” Kent started coughing, dumbfounded. “You mean you’ve completely submerged in that?” Jenna shrugged. “Don’t act so surprised. City girls get mud treatments all the time. I just got my own personal hole out here.” How could Kent argue with that? He glanced at Jenna, her body glistening with sweat under the hot country sun, then back out at the mud hole. Jenna noticed this and touched Kent’s arm. “You wanna go out there?” Kent shook his head. “Naw, naw. Not me.” “Why not?” “It’s just not really my kind of thing. I don’t have a change of clothes or anything --” “Hey, I don’t talk bullshit and I don’t like getting’ bullshit either. Say what you mean.” Kent sighed. He couldn’t believe what he was about to say … “Sure. Okay. But only if you come out with me.” There was that smile again, splattered across Jenna’s face. “You got it, slick.” Jenna hopped over the porch railed and started running toward the hole. She threw off her hat as she ran, and then pulled her tank top up over her head and threw it off to the side. Kent was transfixed by the sight of Jenna’s naked bouncing breasts as she darted across the field. She paused to kick off her boots and pull down her shorts, no panties underneath. She dove stark naked into the mud hold and splashed to the surface a moment later, covered head to toe in the thick muck. “Come on in. The mud’s really soft today.” Kent couldn’t move, his body or his jaw shut. “What’s the matter?” Jenna yelled. “You ain’t never seen a naked girl before? Get your ass down here.” Kent moved slowly off the porch and made his way at a snail’s pace to the edge of the mud pit. “You want me to take off my clothes?” he asked. “Lessin’ you wanna ruin `em,” Jenna responded. Kent pulled off his shoes and socks, then unbuttoned his shirt and unzipped his pants. He took off his clothes meticulously as Jenna watched him intensely, splashing around in the mud like a little kid. Finally, Kent stood before Jenna completely naked. He was extremely self conscious but there was no turning back now. Jenna whistled. “That’s a pretty big cock you got there, boy.” Kent looked down at it. His swollen member was fully engorged, purple and veiny. “You like it?” Jenna grinned and nodded. She crawled toward Kent on her knees, took hold of the cock and stuck it in her mouth. Her country lips wrapped tight around the dick and she sucked hard, licking her long tongue all around the shaft and across the peehole. Kent couldn’t help but laugh at first; he couldn’t believe this. But she was fantastic. He leaned back his head and closed his eyes, moaning as he really got into it. Jenna pulled away and grabbed Kent’s hand, pulling him down face first into the mud. Kent shot up, sputtering. There was mud in his mouth and eyes. He blinked and spit, trying to shake off the gunk. “Good, ain’t it?” Jenna said. Her teeth and eyes appeared bright as sole spots of white in the middle of a now totally brown face. Kent tried to answer, but every time he tried to talk, mud just fell in his mouth. Jenna laughed. “Just how I like my men: silent and dirty as fuck.” Jenna pushed Kent on his back, scooped up a handful of mud and smeared it all over his crotch and up and down his cock, jacking him off as she coated his dick in mud. “I just love this shit,” she said, a noticeable excitement growing in her voice. “It gets me soooooooo horny rollin’ around in the mud.” She took Kent’s hands and put them on her breasts. “Rub my tits,” she commanded. “Smear the mud into them.” Kent happily obliged. He cupped her round, fat breasts in his palms and squeezed and smeared, whipping the brown smudge all around her stiff nipples. Kent noticed Jenna’s hand was down between her legs. Jenna rubbed her clit, leaning back her head as she masturbated, using the soft mud as a lubricant. “Oooooooh,” she groaned, tossing her thick, mud-soaked hair side to side. “That feels so good. Don’t stop smearing my tits.” Jenna stuck her foot up and leaned it on Kent’s chest, rubbing the mud on his pecs and stomach with her foot. Kent was losing his inhibitions now and really getting into this. Jenna turned around and stuck her ass up in the air, wiggled it. “I want you to fuck me,” she implored. “Do me like a dog. Like a dog in the dirt.” Kent stood up and positioned himself behind Jenna to enter her. He slid his slick, muddy dick into her sopping cunt. The slime helped him move back and forth inside her hole effortlessly. Jenna moaned and grunted. “Fuck me! Fuck me like a pig!” She started squealing and grunting like a hog in the mud. Jenna thrust her body up and down, thrashing and splashing mud everywhere, further covering Kent in the muck. “Take it, you pig!” Kent yelled, totally into the moment. “Take my cock! Stick your fat muddy pig ass up and gobble up my cock!” “Yes!” Jenna screamed. “I’m a pig in the mud, and I’m yours! Fuck my fat pig ass!” Kent pulled out of her cunt and slammed his dick into Jenna’s mud-covered anus. Her shithole grew and swallowed Kent’s dick whole. Jenna let out a primal scream and thashed wildly, squealing and grunting louder and louder. Finally Kent exploded, shooting hot cum into into Jenna’s cornfed booty. Jenna wailed and came seconds later, “AHHHHHHHHH!” she screamed, and then collapsed face first into the mud. A moment passed and Jenna sat up, panting. She looked at Kent and grinned, who was lying on his back, gasping for air. He mirrored her grin. “So this is what you like to do in the mud, huh?” Kent asked in short breaths. Jenna nodded. “You bet.” She slapped her buttcheek. “Ain’t nothin’ this fat pig ass loves better then gettin’ all dirty with some sexy boy.” Kent looked off into the distance. He was gonna have to reconsider this whole “redneck” thing … or “thang.” Mudding in Florida There are very few things to do out in the back marshlands of Florida on a weekend, however for a good ole redneck it can be paradise. It was midsummer and hot as hell, naturally the southern state was in a drought. My buddies Chris, Randall, and myself piled into our trucks loaded out with coolers of beer, and plenty of logs to have ourselves a good time. About 20 miles outside of our army base were the semi dried up marshes, and we had a good Saturday night planned mudding followed by cold beer and a big bon fire. I had the coolers loaded up in my truck since it wasn't technically a truck, I drove an old 1988 k5 Chevy blazer with an 8in lift and 35in mud tires. Now I'm 5'10 and the bottom of the cab of my truck is waist high and it makes it a little hard for even me to climb inside. While Chris and Randall's trucks were packed full of logs and stumps we had been collecting for the past month, we made our way out to the marshes. We got there at about 3 in the afternoon, noticing an f150 with a lowboy and 2 small cars parked on the side of the rode. "Just great." I mumbled "Damn kids out here on four wheelers." When we drove through into the field clearing we saw one ATV and a group of people standing in a circle looking to be digging in the mud. We stopped and started unloading the fire wood and coolers the whole time casting glances over to the strange group of kids. Finally my curiosity got the better of me and I let Chris and Randall handle the rest of the fire wood and drove over to see what was going on. As I got closer I could see two males and three females trying to dig out a second ATV, this was priceless. I couldn't even begin to imagine how the hell they buried an ATV to the handle bars, but low and behold there it was. I hopped out and I'm guessing the leader of the group came to meet me and introduced himself as mike, as it turns out I had guessed right and they were all college kids out for a day of fun. Now being 25 myself I know you're wondering why I'm calling a 22 year old a kid, plain and simple while most of these kids were still living with mommy and daddy going to school, me and my friends had grown up fast. Enlisting in the army at 18 going to boot camp straight out of high school and being sent to Iraq within the first year at my unit. since then I had become a noncommissioned officer had 3 tours overseas and was responsible for leading my squad of joes into combat their life's hanging on my decisions. So yea I called this guy a kid. After a brief hello I offered to hook up and tow him out, he seemed to have some kind of chip on his shoulder (one which I was getting more and more anxious to knock off). Before too long and with the finesse of pulling teeth I had the ATV out of the mud hole. all the college kids piled up on to the ATV's and there was a small argument seems 5 kids cant fit on 2 ATV's so one of them had to walk the the quarter mile back to the road. what I didn't know is that the girl behind mike wasn't his girlfriend. and his girlfriend was the one causing the ruckus. I walked up and offered a ride back to the infuriated would be stranded woman. Mike's girlfriend looked at him with what I can only describe as daggers for eyes, when she looked back at me she had a mischievous grin and accepted my help. The ATV's took off as I was climbing into my truck as I sat down I waited for her to get in... I sat there for a minute and when she didn't enter the cab I climbed down to find her too short to reach the door handle. I gave a light chuckle and I got the same dagger eyes mike had just gotten a few minutes before. I raised my hands in mock surrender, all I got in return was a roll of the eyes. I opened the door for her like a gentleman, she grabbed the hand rail and when she stepped up to climb into the cab her muddy hand slipped from the rail. I tried to catch her but just managed to break her fall, with my body. She lifted her head off of me and sat up straddling my hips, and immediately she could feel exactly the effect she was having on me as my cock started to inflate under her. She suppressed a giggle as she looked down seeing me covered head to toe in mud, I grinned sheepishly back as she climbed off of me. This time as she went to climb into my truck I grabbed ahold of her hips to help lift her up. Her muddy foot slipped and I grabbed her thighs to keep her from taking both of us to the ground again. She let out a small yelp. "Are you ok?" In a sultry tone she replied, "Fucking excellent." This confused me until I realized just where my hand was. Now for any reader who doesn't know what daisy dukes are, and I mean real daisy dukes not some store bought crap. The crotch of her shorts didn't even cover her thong, which was hard pressed to cover her sex. My hand had slid up to her ass cheek and I had caught her body in a seated position, by divine intervention my thumb slipped underneath her thong and was buried knuckle deep in her sex. I immediately pulled my hand back and she hurried into the cab, my eyes went straight to the ground and my face was beet red as I walked around my truck and climbed on in. for the short drive back I kept my eyes dead ahead like I was in a nascar race to afraid to look away for an instant or else id crash. Little did I know she stared at me the whole way back biting on her bottom lip waiting for me to turn and make the eye contact that never came. When we got back I figured they would all pile into their cars and take off, little did I know my buddies had invited mike and his friends to stay and drink and enjoy our bonfire with us. Sitting there sipping on a beer staring into the fire Chris and Randall were talking about something asking me questions and I just gave the occasional "Uh huh." My mind was in an infinite loop replaying the events from earlier that day, her on top of me how good her breasts felt against my chest. How I could recall how hot her sex was, and it had been soaked. Not thinking about I had brought my thumb up to my nose, there was still a subtle musky smell to it. As I realized what I was doing, I quickly brought my hand down and looked around. As I scanned the partiers I locked eyes with her, she gave me quick smile and looked away. "Oh shit did she see me" I thought. She couldn't have known I was trying to smell the remnants of her. As the night grew later and my clothes began to get uncomfortably stiff, I excused myself to take a dip in the small pond behind a grove of trees a good 50 yards behind us. As I got to the water's edge, I slipped my boots off and tossed my socks inside them, I guess the army drilled it into us enough about not having wet feet. Barefoot, I waded out into the pond. I was actually surprised the water came up to my chest. As I dunked myself a few times and just played in the water, I must have been making more noise than I thought or with a combination of the alcohol I had lost my situational awareness. Suddenly, I felt arms come up from behind and wrap up around me. Now I've never intentionally harmed a woman, nor have I ever laid a hand on one. However it is never a good idea to (a) sneak up on a combat vet or (b) ever go for our throat. Combat mode kicked in full gear, I tucked my right elbow against my side and brought it around behind me full force. I was rewarded with a sharp exhale, knocking the breath out of my opponent. Turning on my left heel and preforming a back stroke motion with my left arm, bringing down and wrapping it around my opponent neck. Something didn't feel right, long hair against my arm, breasts against my side "FUCK!" I quickly adjusted bringing my left arm down under hers and turning completely to wrap my arms around her waist to steady her. It was then I recognized her, mikes girlfriend. "Hey, are you ok? I'm so sorry I didn't know it was you." "No I'm sorry... I thought you heard me, I wasn't exactly being quiet." I looked down at her into her eyes, "what are you doing out here exactly?" "Skinny dipping" She emphasized her nakedness with a shake of her hips. "Want to join me?" I don't think I have ever shed my clothes faster. Tossing my wet clothes onto the bank, she moved back against me. Her ass was nestling my cock, which for the second time today was responding to her. I wrapped my arms around her. "This is crazy, I don't even know your name." She whispered, "And you never will." With that my lips found her neck, and my hands roamed up to her breasts. God they were huge, the shirt she had on didn't do her justice. As my hands kneaded her soft mounds, a sigh escaped her lips. Her hands came up to rest on mine and encourage me to use more pressure. I obeyed and dug my hands into her soft flesh. I let my left hand fall, trailing my fingertips down her body. As my fingers circles her clit, I moved my lips up and nibbled on her earlobe. I received a whimper and shudder from her body, "holy shit." I thought, "I've barely started and she just came." When her shivers stopped I committed my hand, closing the path I was running until I was softly rubbing her clit in a circular motion. She soon began panting, "here we go, here we go, heeeeeere weeeeeeee gooooooooo!" She came like a force of nature, both hands grabbing my wrist holding my hand still as she doubled over. She came up coughing and gasping for air, turning around and hugging me holding me tight with a shit eating grin on her face. Noticing my yet to be touched cock, she reached up, wrapped her arms around my neck, and lifted herself up. My hands found her ass, assisting her climb. As we relaxed our grip her body lowered directly onto my hard member. In one slow fluid motion, I found myself buried to the hilt in her tight velvety embrace. And holy shit, it was hot, it felt like her sex was on fire. As we slowly started to move her body up and down, "We're fucking raw, do I need to pull out?" Her reply was so dangerous it was intoxicating. "Please don't, we should be good." We had sex slowly, letting the buoyancy of the water take care of most of the work. After a few minutes had passed, I couldn't take it any longer. "I'm close." She bought her legs up and locked her ankles around my back, driving me deeper inside her. I could feel the pressure building, I thrust one last time holding myself inside her. I could feel the resistance of her cervix as I came, and come I did. The first shot caused my knees to buckle, it took every ounce of will I had to keep our heads above water. I grunted with every release, counting five large spurts inside of her unprotected womb. As she pulled herself of me I was still coming, the last little spurts deposited in the murky pond. She brought my head down to hers and we kissed for the first time. She then turned and headed towards the bank leaving me weakly standing there, trying to catch my breath. By the time I made it to shore and had my soggy clothes back on, she was gone. As I approached my friends I noticed the colleges kids had jetted. Chris spoke up first, "they took mike back and left his fiancée a set of keys so she could leave when you guys were done" "wait, who was who's fiancée?" Randall replied "Apparently he had cheated on her and the whole group knew about it. He was too drunk to notice her leave, and passed out as soon as she walked away." Chris added, "Their friends think she was getting her revenge, so they loaded his drunk ass up and took him home." "Well damn... If I'd of known that." "You mean you didn't!" they shouted in unison. "Nope, I guess I just lucked out." We then packed up the trucks and headed back to base. Replaying her words in my head over and over again. "We should be ok" By the time we got back to the front gate I had pitched a nice tent I didn't think the cute MP noticed. As she handed me back my ID I could have swore I saw her wink at me as I drove away. Muddy English Delights Ch. 01 Kathy and I were good friends. The sexual tension had been building. However, because of the death of my young wife I was not looking for satisfaction. Kathy had other ideas. That night Kathy was sitting with me in the darkened cafe. We were going over the day's events at work. She had lovely red hair and a tight body that begged for loving. Me, I was just a widower. I loved to run. So did Kathy. We were out on our regular night time training run along a path through the countryside. We had left it quite late this time because we had been talking. It was almost 10 pm. It was mid February and the sun had set just at 5:27. We were dressed for jogging at night by having LED lights on our headbands. Because of the heat of the run we didn't wear much other than shorts, socks, trainers, and a pair of t-shirts, despite the cold. It was very late and the trees were pressing down on the path. Here and there came a rustle and then a rapid flapping of wings as roosting birds are disturbed by our passage, and our night lights. The sky had a gray tinge that washed away the stars. The moon rose slowly and full in the east. Orion appeared from behind the black clouds that hung low and heavy over the trees. It was threatening to rain. Kathy and I had been chatting about our lives. About how she never really trusted anyone until she had met me. About how I felt since my wife passed away. It had an air of magic and a sexual tension filled the void in my heart. The running path was paved with tarmac and ran along the side of the river. The water was brown with the effluence of the farmers' mucky fields. There had been a week of heavy rain and the banks were overflowing. The damp smell was overpowering and mingled with the sweat that was running from my brow. Kathy laughed as another bird swooped away in the night. We passed a bridge and something made Kathy stop and tug my arm pulling me off the path and down the embankment towards the river bank. It wasn't the river she was after. It was the flooded plowed fields, gorged with deep thick mud that glowed under the reflection of the distant lights of the next village. She was throwing off her top, then her shorts and panties, and hopped about throwing off her trainers and tugging at her socks. I felt myself go hard with lust seeing her naked flesh glisten in the night. Kathy waded into the middle of the mire sinking deeper as she went. The mud rose right up to her ass. She ran her hands greedily through the mess and rubbed mud all over her breasts. Her body made strong sucking sounds as she moved. Moans came from her as she slid through the thick sludge. I could take no more. I ran. I threw everything off as fast as I could. Most landed on the grass. Kathy was laughing again as I slipped and fell in the muddy field. She lunged with all her might towards me and landed with a wet slurping smack. I managed to get up but was covered with the slippery, cold mud. I knew it was above freezing tonight my sane mind reasoned, so we couldn't die of exposure. But my animal self felt a terrible pull from the sight of the hot woman enjoying herself in the sucking mud. Kathy grabbed me and pulled me to her with a bubbling slurping noise of mud and lust. The sensation was unbelievably hot and made me forget the cold. We held each other close sharing the warmth that flowed between us. Kathy grabbed my cock and felt the throbbing readiness. She whimpered and pulled herself up my wet torso by my shoulders. Her lubricated body slid all the way down me until she engaged herself onto me. She looked into my eyes with a depraved lust I had not seen in her. I felt myself start at the fantastic sensation of Kathy's cunt grabbing and sucking on my member. We thrashed like mad animals in heat as the mud sucked at our bodies. I could feel the friction of the mud along my balls and through my toes. I was getting even hotter thinking about what Kathy must be feeling as she thrust herself on me and felt the sliding gripping wetness suck on her clit. It was an unbearable sensation! Kathy was insatiably aroused. There was no stopping her. I didn't care if anyone was watching. Our mouths met in wet kisses that dripped with mud. I grabbed and held on for dear life. I was being used by a woman and I loved every moment of it! My release was titanic and explosive. Kathy arched back and lay in the mud as I pounded myself into her relentlessly. I could feel the cum jetting into her and my dick splashing around in the mess. Kathy's moans became bubbly. I opened my eyes. Her arms flailed about as she sank under the mud. I caught hold of her hands. I pulled her head out of the mud as I kept up the thrusts into her. We were so totally encased in layers of the dark sludge that no one could possibly see us, but they could certainly hear Kathy's moans and our screaming and laughing as thrust after thrust made me feel the force of my sex beating Kathy into submission. Kathy finally exploded as she ground herself spasmodically against me. Her eyes glazed over as groans dribbled out of her mouth. She kept on moaning for what seemed like forever, making me feel harder by the minute as I continued to satisfy her soul by thrusting and rubbing her muddy clit. My mind was in a daze as we lurched about glorying in the delicious sensation of the clinging mud. Suddenly we stumbled onto the grass, out of the mud. But the mud was not off of us. We were in a shower. No, wait, it was raining hard and cold. A torrential downpour in an English winter! We lay entwined gasping for air in the wet grass as what seemed like a waterfall was coursing over our bodies. It was a river from the sky. Hard and sensually it ripped the ooze from our skin. Kathy gazed into my eyes with a passion that I had not seen in a woman before. We kissed and rolled through the grass, slipping suddenly into the river. With a laugh Kathy scrambled up and pulled me out of the muddy waters. The rain was best. I forced Kathy down into a deep pool of water on the grass. Kathy grabbed my cock and shoved her head against me engulfing my cock to the balls. She slurped my shaft and licked my balls until I thought the earth would move. She pressed my cock to her cunt buried under the water, and I was sucked into her. The water thrashed like white water rapids in the gently glowing night light. Clods of dark mud came squirting from her cunt. Kathy was being flushed with my brush with the long handle and she was enjoting it. Kathy's moans disturbed more birds who rustled and flew off to find a quiter place to roost. Kathy flipped me over sending huge waves of water splashing across the field. She jumped up onto me. The glorious ride flushed the water that I had pumped into her out of her cunt. Her cunt slid up to my face and I felt the luscious watery cum dribbling from her grinding cunt lips. I bit and sucked her drinking up the delicious cum. Kathy twisted her arms behind her. She grabbed my cock and stroked the throbbing monster. He was in motion and so was she. Suddenly with a jerk of her pelvis Kathy's mouth was onto him and mauled him with a sucking ferocity that amazed me. I flipped Kathy over and grabbed her hips. Water coursed off our bodies. My thrusting pushed pools of water and cum out her cunt. Kathy begged me to do more. But that is for another installment from the English countryside. Muddy English Delights Ch. 02 Chapter 02 Mucking In Kathy's voice was husky and strained, and not because of the running. Her eyes pierced at my soul and had that look of urgency. We hadn't spoken since we ran into the field. It was all moaning and screaming mixed with muddy pleasures and endless orgasms. Kathy begged me to help her fulfill her fantasy. We were still locked together, naked, in the muddy field under the downpour. She whispered into my ear what I must do. My cock stiffened inside her and started twitching at the thought that there was to be more of the insane animal mindlessness. The moon was higher and the shadows that had obscured the ground were largely gone. The lights of the houses in the distant village were barely visible through the downpour. Kathy explained how she had engineered the pit of pleasure in the muddy field. She had spent days digging out a hole in the hard earth. She hid her spade and work boots next to the rope in the hedges bordering the running path after every night's work. The hole had kept refilling with mud overnight, Kathy explained. One day she emptied it for the last time. It was deep enough. She stripped herself bare. She frantically scraped out a channel with her spade from the hole to the flooded part of the field and ran back to the hole. Gasping for breath Kathy lay at the bottom under the spout she had carved and let the lucky, mucky mess fall in dollops over her trembling body. Her hands were desperate. She fingered herself madly in and out. The brown cum splattered onto her pussy, then rose to slowly and deliciously cover her. As the mud rose Kathy whispered to me that it was indescribable. She bucked and thrashed herself into a frenzy that only a cock could quench. But none was available. Frustration set in. After what seemed like hours she felt herself reach the edge of reason and let go with a violent rush from every orifice. There was no sense in the jetting of piss and shit mixing with her cum. The heat of the mess inflamed her even more and she came again and again, rubbing against the pliant mess she had created. Now it was my turn to help Kathy have her fond desire made real. Reluctantly I pulled my cock out of her grasping cunt. Despite the blinding downpour I found the rope just where Kathy said she hid it. My mind glazed over. The rope was soaked with water. I dragged it into the muddy hole with me. The mud slid all over my legs and balls. My cock rose. Now, the rope is not that thick but is rough and absorbent. It was quite bendy. Kathy's eyes were pleading with me to hurry. Her urgency fueled my desire even more. My legs were trembling with anticipation. I dragged her by her ankles into the mud until it formed a crested wave between her legs. She was perched just at the edge of the mud pit. Kathy's eyes rolled crazily as her breath came in rasps of anticipation. I put the end of the rope in her hands. Kathy grasped it greedily, as if it were a hairy cock. I found our t-shirts and socks in the grass and several long hard pieces of branch and ran back to Kathy. I drove the branches into the muddy ground at Kathy's head and tied her arms together with a pair of socks and then to the stake. She was still grabbing the rope. I pulled her legs apart. I pushed a stake into the mud at each foot and, with a t-shirt, tied each foot to a stake. Her delicious cunt was indecently exposed and inviting. With my shaking hands I pulled my shorts over Kathy's head covering her eyes. It was not the cold that made me quiver but the sight of a drenched woman smeared with mud and helpless to resist my urgent attentions. My breath came in gasps and billows of steam came out of my mouth at each breath. My mind could not think logically and my body was captured by the muddy angel tied up in front of me, open and eager to experience the torment of eroticism. The sight of Kathy's tits covered in gushing rain and the thought of her cunt buried under layers of the mess made my mind blank right out. My body forced me to come to her. My body lay on her forcing my prick deep into her as the arms grabbed her back. Kathy moaned and thrashed under my body. But then my mind snapped back and I remembered my promise. Kathy whimpered and a huge gasp escaped her lips as I pulled him out of her. I slipped into the hole feeling for the rope in the dark mud, blinded by the pounding rain. It was saturated with mud. My head faced her feet. I straddled her breasts so that my cock would slide between them while my thighs pressed them together. I fingered her cunt lips, slipping my muddy hand inside. Kathy's hole clamped on my hand. Kathy was as ready and as open as she could ever be. I stuffed the end of the saturated muddy rope into her, twirling it around to rub against her walls. Kathy bucked. I shoved more inside, all the while rubbing her lips and sliding myself against her breasts. Occasionally I let Kathy feel my balls on her chin and mouth, to remind her body of her tormentor. The rain poured down my back and down my balls, into her mouth. Groans escaped from Kathy's hoarse throat. She convulsed her hips upward making smacking noises against the rain soaked mud under her magnificent ass. Her pussy sucked on the rope like a thing possessed. I rubbed her lips and stroked her clit with cold mud. Between each stroke of the rope she let out a lingering sound much like a sudden intake of air and a sound like farts coming from the clenching of her cunt as the mud trickled down between her legs. My cock was getting a muddy bath of his own between her breasts and her mouth. Kathy started licking my rain soaked balls. The pleasurable tingling started and I almost came. Mud started oozing out of her hole as more and more rope filled her twitching cunt. The cold wetness filled Kathy and possessed her. She could think no thought, could mouth no words. A primal gasping escaped her. A husky moaning racked her lungs as she strained against the bonds of her pleasure. I could only imagine the unbearable delight she must be feeling with all that mud and rope stretching open her ferocious tunnel. We were starting to sink lower and lower in the mud because of Kathy's ecstatic gyrations. She was practically comatose with desire. Her body wanted nothing but what her tormentor could offer her. It twitched and bucked like an animal possessed. Like a thing that was out of control it offered no mind, no reason for the display that drove my mind numb with lust and my cock eager to seek her mouth. But I had to obey Kathy's demands. I grabbed her cunt with both hands full of cold mud, rubbing and sliding over her heaving flesh. The motions caused only an insane murmur from Kathy's distended mouth. Her tongue lolled out in the rain and once in a while lashed itself around my cock when it pleased me to place it in her reach. I allowed her to fasten her lips over my monster and lick him clean, then reluctantly pulled him out of her. Her body knew that the cock was there and available and that made it all the more frustrating for her, and harder for me. I rubbed my hands slowly over her rapturous flesh and lingered over where I imagined her clit must be, deep under the mud. Now we were as low in the muddy brown cum as we could get. The cold mud squirted through my fingers as I steadied myself over Kathy's heaving body. The mud slipped through my toes and over my legs. Kathy's heaving in the mire had settled me into a rut of pleasure, what with my cock sliding through her soaked breasts. Rain kept coursing through my hair until I could hardly see. Kathy's eyes were covered with my wet shorts. Her mouth was gaping in an orgasmic rictus like a cunt in heat, emitting gasps at each turn of the muddy rope in her stuffed pussy. I shifted so that my cock pointed into her mouth. Kathy greedily licked at it as it jerked in spasms of delight across her eager lips. She caught it and sucked it into her velvet tunnel of pulsing muscle, whole and entire. I lay forward on my elbows and enjoyed the sensation of Kathy's body pulling and slurping on my hardened rod, while her pussy was ravished by the muddy rope. Kathy's frustration was made all the more unbearable by the motion of the rope lashing around in the mucky field attached to her desperate cunt, and grasped by her pleading hands. I kept swirling cold mud over Kathy's hot cunt lips and slowly up and down the side of her clit. Kathy's heat warmed my cold hands, and the mud, and my monster in her mouth. I scooped more and more cold mud between her legs. Strangled moans rose into the night from her stuffed mouth as a series of orgasms ripped through her. Keeping my fingers busy on her clit and cunt lips I tentatively tugged slightly on the muddy rope crammed inside her mucky cave. The action drove screams of pleasure and demands for my cock. Yes, Kathy was ready. I regretfully pulled my cock from her sucking mouth. Any longer and I would've filled her with jets of cum. As it was a few dribbles fell from my cock and I held it near her so that she could lick him clean. I flipped over sideways and my lower half vanished under the delicious soaking wet mud. It still had a solid consistency, but now was more like chocolate icing. I enjoyed the sensation of my cock sliding through the sucking, gripping fluid. It worked its way around my hips and up over my chest. As suddenly as it started, the torrents of rain almost stopped completely. It slowed to a drizzle. This was more like typical English rain. The mud slurped deliciously over my cock as I moved over to Kathy's feet. Her hips were almost buried in the mud; her legs were smeared with it; her breasts were virginally clean and wet with rain. Her feet were straining to break the shackles of her tormentor as he twisted and turned in her cunt. But she could find no release. I leaned over and cupped mounds of mud over her tits, rubbing slowly and evenly, leaning on my elbows as I slide forward inching my bursting member closer to her hot, eager hole. The rope could not stop him. The dirty monster had found his prey and latched into her. Kathy leapt up, arching her back, cumming hard, as the sensation of stretching and stuffing pulsed over her belly. I pulled my shorts off her head but it did her no good for she just stared transfixed as if in a mystic trance. She saw nothing but her incurable lust. My cock met resistance at last as I hit the mass of muddy rope filling her. I stroked out a bit and then in with my engorged cock, finding room for him to move into position to push the rope deeper into the muddy hole of her craven desire. I continued to slide my hands over her nipples, taking playful bites. She was oblivious to me. She was in a dream world of animal magic. I was slowly succumbing to the potion also as my monster pushed and pulled on her muddy, slippery tunnel. Each stroke felt like it would be my last and that I would cum forever, filling her, with her cunt gushing out our mingled cum, filling the field with a sticky lake of white ropey foam. I stopped. I didn't want to, and almost couldn't. Kathy had told me what to do, and, if I wanted her undying submissive attentions forever, I had to obey. Moving down her shaking hips, bouncing and splattering mud into the air, I pulled out just in time as her body came again and again in hoarse rasps of rapture that only became more intense as I tugged slowly with one hand on the sensual rope while my other hand kept up the sliding over her muddy clit. I pulled on the rope, lifting it up and toward her head, moving my other hand out of the way. The friction against her clit must have been glorious - my cock strained at the thought of her torment. Kathy's body lifted almost out of the pool of mud and became as stiff as my cock. Sounds not made by human or animal rent the air as the muddy rope slid seductively over her clit like some primeval snake. My eyes were right next to the spectacle. Mud splattered onto my face. Heat poured from the rope. Clouds of cum flavored steam drifted around my head. The aroma was intoxicating. My body kept my fingers busy servicing Kathy's cunt lips and smearing her clit with cold mud. Kathy kept bucking trying to force herself onto the instruments of her torment. Still I kept pulling the rope over her slit, now extending from her muddy hole over her breasts and across her face. The free end was still clasped in her shackled hands. She knew what was tormenting her pussy. The shaking of Kathy's hips became more and more erratic and the sounds unearthly in the midst of the slurping noises of the mud. It was all I could do to stop my body from fucking her then and there. My cock was bursting its skin and dribbles were mixing with the mud as I spasmodically ploughed the muddy field with my tool. The mud gripped him mercilessly threatening to suck my cum from him. But no. Kathy wanted him more than her own life. I knew that, Kathy knew that, and the next village probably did too by now. The raging river added its own chorus as the birds kept rustling and fluttering in symphony, in frustration no doubt, at not getting any of the action that we had. The lucky rope had all the pleasure, as did Kathy, though she could not understand what the slick snake was doing to her body for her mind was long gone. All that lay there was a mad body of pleasure, wracked in orgasms. My right hand was kept busy, massaging her lips and once in a while servicing her clit as my left hand slowly and terribly slid the rope over her wanton body. Nothing could have stopped our bodies from pursuing this lust. Our minds were lost. Our bodies were in control. It was lust beyond reason. At last with one final twist the rope was free of its delectable prison. I let it dangle over her clit twisting it and curling it with both hands to sweep her body beyond insanity. Kathy had been cumming for what seemed like ages. Now, it was my turn. My hands were not my own as they grabbed Kathy's hips. My arms pulled my willing body over her throbbing body, staked out for our lust. My body found the cunt hole by the heat it was issuing. The cock crammed himself into it and was sucked into a muddy, churning machine. I was not in my own body. This body was under the control of a cosmic force. There was no will left, just insane desire for her pulsing, gripping pussy. Cold wet mud slid over and under my cock and balls as they ploughed the field and rammed into her. The sensation seized my body and it uncontrollably bucked my monster in and out at a raging rhythm that filled the air with splatters of mud and rasping, desperate gasps. The violence of the thrusting dislodged the stakes holding her body's wrists. The arms, still tied together, grabbed and locked our bodies into one mass of mud and flesh. Both bodies, now one, slowly slipped into the engineered mud hole of pleasure as I felt the cock and balls stuffing the cunt with mud. Kathy's knees slowly went up as the feet were still staked into the earth. My hot breath steamed and in the dim half-light I saw her face at last and it was transfixed in the raptures of the blessed. I was quickly losing awareness of anything except the unbelievable sense of stimulation along my cock from the maniac bucking of Kathy's hips that forced my cock along every side of her sucking tight cavern of lust. The feel of the mud squirting between us and across my balls heightened the sensations with each stroke. Holding on for dear life we were a new kind of animal in a field of dreams. We were lost in lust. With a terrible arching spasm cum began spurting from the monster deep into Kathy's cunt. The monster wouldn't die. The mud wouldn't let it; Kathy's cunt couldn't let it rest. Kathy's own problem made mine worse as her raging action massaged my member keeping him alive like a life force outside of my own. Kathy must be filled with our cum and stuffed with mud. She couldn't stop as long as the monster was hard and the mud and her bucking and the moaning kept him stiff. We were doomed to range forever in the mud wasting away day by day as the days turned to summer. Someone would find us some day under the mud tied together and our bodies, with no living mind, continuing to hump uncontrollably. They would say we died of malnutrition but with an enigmatic smile of extreme satisfaction. It was then that I came to. My throbbing member was raging with a hard on. Kathy had passed out. Her mouth hung open and her breath came in convulsive groans. What are you dreaming of, eh Kathy? I lay over her keeping her warm with my body. I carefully tried to slip my cock from her thirsty organ, but the effort was too much for him and he spurted all over her belly. We lay there in the mud hole of pleasure in the field of dreams as Orion started to set. The drizzle slowly licked at the mud and the cum covering our bodies. It would be dawn soon. Would we make it out of our field of dreams before daylight? Would we be found out? More from the muddy English fields later. Muddy English Delights Ch. 03 I awoke from the dream as the sounds of Kathy's rasping were replaced by other noises. Her eyes flickered as the morning light streamed through the trees by the banks of the river. The night had been hard and long. The shackles must be chaffing her ankles. The mud was still gooey and would remain so for a fortnight. We were bound together in the pit of pleasure. Every slight movement caused the slick muck to slide deliciously over me. The noise continued. My crazed mind slowly gave way to my daytime, rational mind. The noises became real and more insistent. Kathy was staring over my back. She croaked - for that was all she could manage - and I turned my head around to look. There was a massive tractor parked right next to us. The engine was running. A large farmer with an angry red face stood there with arms folded over a powerful chest. The mucky long boots were making squishy noises in the sticky mess. A felt cap was pulled down low and a scarf muffed the neck. We were done for. With one quick movement I was grabbed by my neck and forearm. Kathy managed a squeal. She reached over and grabbed my legs. The farmer looked uncertain at the protection offered me. I imagine it looked more like a rape had been committed than a night of passionate lust fulfilled. It was then I realized that the farmer was not a man. Being crushed in her arms against the massive chest made me feel her voluptuous bosom. She took one look at us and then laughed uproariously. She told us that this was her field and no dumb yuppies were going to fertilize them; that was her job. So saying I started grabbing for our mucky clothes and looking for our trainers. I was rudely stopped short by a strong arm. The farmer was holding our aromatic cum and mud drenched rope. She sniffed it carefully, then grinned as a plan developed in her mind. She led me to the back of the tractor where I saw the manure spreader. There was an iron rake under it. She threw me onto the ground, then spread my legs apart and tied my ankles with the rope to the rake. My head was pointed away from the tractor. My ass was buried in the mud. Then it was Kathy's turn. She looked afraid as her legs were spread and her ankles forcefully bound onto the rack next to me. Struggling did her no good. The farmer gave a lusty laugh as she flicked a lever and made her way back to the cab of the tractor. The vehicle lurched once or twice as she got it into gear and it started rolling over the field. Our asses were dragged through the mud and it flowed up over our chests. As if this wasn't bad enough the brown muck suddenly started spurting from the nozzles of the mucker splattering and covering us. At least the muck was still hot. Maniacal laughter rolled out of the cab. She was teaching us how to properly fertilize a field. We were her captive audience. We were having a front row viewing of the technique. Kathy and I could only watch helplessly as our bound bodies were scrubbed through the mud while brown, liquid manure was rained down on us. After furrow after furrow of mud had slurped over my balls my cock started to enjoy the stimulation. I noticed that Kathy did too. She was arching her back trying to get more of the mud to slide over her pussy. The stench was becoming rather pleasant as the heat of it was giving a satisfying contrast to the cold of the mud. The minutes stretched to an hour as the tractor made a circuit through the field. I was beyond redemption. A spurt of cum shot out of me flying up to meet the brown muck. Kathy wasn't holding up very well, either. With her craven desires fulfilled last night, I realized she had more wants that she hadn't dared mention to me. She abandoned herself to the spraying as she came. What I could see of her face through my stinging eyes was a mouth that was open in a spasm of crazy lust and arms that trailed back through the mud. The sucking of the mud and the heat of the manure formed a device for her pleasure. She reveled in the glory of it. She didn't need her hands, or mine, at the hole of her pleasure. The wheels of the tractor sprayed mud behind in every direction, adding to the torment. Every once in a while it would get stuck in a rut and the wheels would spin thrusting massive gobs of the mud all over us. It was all I could do to wipe it off my eyes so that I could see. The churning mud crashed over us like a relentless surf, stirred up and softened by the wheels and the rake. The methodical swarming motion of mud sliding over and under my ass, my balls and cock massaged by the wonderfully adept hands of the mud caused my monster to remain stiff and erect. The mud covered the tip and slid over it so gracefully I imagined that Kathy's tongue was licking and swirling around the head. In my fantasy I thought I saw Kathy attached to him, her mouth sucking and stroking the proud member. Another stream shot into the air as my body clenched in a spasm of lust. Shit sprayed from my ass, then piss spewed into the air, mixing with the collected detritus of the local sewage plant that was pouring over us. Kathy was no longer aware of me, so consumed was she in the device of her torment. Her body was slack, mud spilling over her hips, over her pointed nipples, and across her neck. Once in a while I heard muffled moans and a shaking of the rake as her legs trembled and rattled the cage. Her pleasure must be divine - more so than the pleasure my cock was receiving. The cold mud was sliding over her slit, rubbing it ever so softly, while hot manure rained down on her convulsing body. The farmer thought that this was punishment. Little did she know how we enjoyed the abuse of our bodies. To my consternation the tractor slowed. I was just about to come again. With a frustrated growl Kathy struggled in the mud trying to force more mud against her ravaged pussy. Her hands moved to cup her cunt and plough mud onto her. Little did we know that our delight would not end so soon. As soon as the engine shut down with a shudder the mucker emptied its load all over us. It was all I could do to hold my breath until my head was clear of the shit. Kathy was not so lucky. I could hear her strangled gasps as she shook with another orgasm while under the load of manure. Spitting and coughing she spat what she could out of her mouth. Slowly the load shifted off our bodies and drained away. The farmer came round the back of the tractor. She unshackled me, pulling me away by my ankle and left me in the grass. Kathy was dragged next to me. She was still retching. A satisfied smirk stretched across the farmer's face. She told us in no uncertain terms that this is how you fertilize a field and asked if we enjoyed the up- close demonstration. The smile on my face told her we really did appreciate the attention. Kathy gave a submissive look upward. Her hands lingered on her slit, rubbing it ever so slowly. Yes, Kathy loved it and her look asked for more, please. The farmer turned away in disgust and headed toward the barn. We scrambled to our feet, reluctantly free from our delicious bondage in the mud. We thought it best if we escaped now. Without clothes and in the light of day we jogged through the muddy field as best as we could, trying to get our bearings. After a while we arrived at our pleasure pit, and fond memories came back to us. We came to our senses, though, as people were running past us on the path and a cyclist or two raced past. Who cares? We searched for our clothes, thoroughly soaked in mud, at the edge of the field. Our trainers were spotted sticking out of a furrow. The ankle stakes still held our t-shirts. The socks were lost somewhere deep in the mire. Then the smell came to us. Our bodies were drenched with rotting sewage that was starting to harden. There was no way out of it. We jumped into the pit to completely submerge ourselves and cleaned ourselves with the mud that had satisfied Kathy so much all night. With her hands Kathy ran the mud out of her hair and cleared her eyes. She whispered to me her promises to do all that I asked. The look in her eyes told me she meant it. We were completely caked with the slithery mud that dripped about us and made ourselves senseless to the stares of people as they passed by. Too wanton to care who saw her, Kathy responded to my wish and grabbed my cock. Slurping on the now rising monster she looked deep into my eyes with lust and pleasure. She loved the taste of cock she told me and she adored the flavor of this special mud. I whispered to her my wish that she get up on her knees. With a struggle and much slurping Kathy managed to get on her unsteady knees and looked back at me expectantly as my cock reluctantly popped out of her mouth. Her ass stuck out of the mud delightfully. I grabbed her hips and poised my cock at the gate guarding her precious little pussy. With slow movements I crammed him into her palace of lust, inch by inch, as she squirmed with pleasure. The moaning became more intense and reason started leaving me. The sliding stimulated my cock and crazed my sense of propriety. But briefly I noticed that one or two bystanders were glued to the depraved scene of two oblivious lovers clenched in a dance of desire in the wet muddy fields of dreams. We sent torrents of mud into the air as I pistonned into Kathy's steaming tunnel at a frantic pace. Our bodies squeezed the mud between us into fountains of spraying brown cum. I could care less if the whole world was watching. In fact, if I knew Kathy, she would enjoy it even more. The feeling was so good that no cares stopped me, no bonds of decency or morality could stem the tide of our lust. It was then that I noticed that we were joined by an appreciative audience. Naked bodies ringed our pleasure pit, knee deep in the mud. Men were hungrily working their fists over their cocks - women were madly rubbing themselves off. The thought of so much pleasure being felt drove me into a frenzy of fucking as I pulled back Kathy's head so she could watch. Her eyes were hooded with desire. The tingling pleasure send warmth and urgings of cum up my shaft. I ordered and she obeyed. She pulled one of the cocks into her mouth. Unfortunately, her hands were busy keeping her head above the mud, so I released her from this duty by moving my hands forward holding her torso horizontal. Now free, I told Kathy to grab two more cocks and she roughly and seductively coated them with mud and her sweat. There was a mass orchestra of moans and grunting until one climax came, then the next. Cum splattered over us, dripping into the mud. Kathy's mouth leaked streams of sperm as the fortunate member exploded into her pulsing mouth. As he pulled out, shooting streams over her face, another was pulled into place and the carnal sucking ran on. I was carrying on, delighting in the spray of sperm. A woman suddenly could take no more and jumped into the pit on all fours, begging to be fucked. In no time her pussy had it's stuffing. Jerking violently her ravenous cunt spewed sprays of cunt juice into the air. The musty smell of cunt overpowered me. A cock found a way into her mouth and she emitted a strangled gurgle as she gagged on the massive member banging against her mouth. There were cocks and cunts all over as couples started fucking in the mud. It was raining cum as jets erupted all over the pit. With what was left of my sane mind I wondered how a group of strangers can be so turned on by mud so as to act like intimate lovers. Now these weren't your ordinary type of people. These were runners and ramblers, out to get fit, and of all ages. Being as it was a Saturday morning these weren't your "out all night drinking and I have a hangover and want to stay in bed" type. These were the frustrated bastards who would have been at home masturbating, but came out to walk or run it off, and then go home to masturbate alone or with each other, or to fuck together. What a sensation as my cock slid in and out of Kathy's sopping wet cunt! The deliciously pulling friction of her tunnel got to me as her bucking and moaning drove me to insanity. The climax came as I felt a horny mouth licking my balls. That was it. How she got under me in this mud I don't know. Suddenly I was jerked taut and stiffened as a finger rammed into my ass. The cum squirted deep into Kathy and I could hear her grunt as she too stretched and came, and came, and came. Smelling all the wet happy bodies spraying cum all over us and into the available, eager pussies and mouths was too much to endure. It was heaven on earth, a day in the garden of eden. It was Adam and maiden. The mouth left my balls and swallowed my cock, greedily sucking and licking the stringy cum. Kathy collapsed in the mire, only to be set upon by another prick in her ass hole. This was never going to end. We were fucked left right and center. It was an assault on the senses that drove my mind away and replaced myself with a robotic fucking machine that had no off switch. Cunt after cunt passed in front of me as I licked, sucked, and fucked in this orgy of lust in the field of dreams. Kathy was in delirium. I did not remember how many times I had Kathy, as there were several women wiggling their quims at me, so that after a while the aromas intermingled and were difficult to tell apart. In the end the survivors numbered us and three couples. Others had been spent, dragged themselves off singly or in couples, likely to continue the feast at home in the shower. A sticky wetness clung to my skin as gobs of white spumes dolloped off my back, my face, my hair, my arms. Kathy was practically covered in a thick layer of cum. Another dream fantasy no doubt, else she would've wiped it off her, or had it licked off. As if on cue, the men descended on Kathy and the women on me, carefully harvesting the cum with their tongues and hands. Pools of cum in the hollow of Kathy's back were slurped up as her cunt hole and her ass hole were probed by merciless tongues and fingers. There remained but her arms and legs and in a short while she was clean. My cock was cleaned many times over because cum kept dripping and spurting from it from all the attention of the hot hands and tongues over my burning body. Kathy and I collapsed into the pit. The strangers wandered off finding clothing scattered here and there. We paid no notice, but just smiled at each other with a blissful rapture of delight. Kathy whispered to me that she had never enjoyed herself so much, and worried that it might not ever be as tormenting again. My smile and strong assurances convinced her that she did not have to fret - her frustrations would be made worse and the torment made even more unendurable with all the plans I had for us. Unfortunately, we had better escape lest the muckers return and we would enjoy more glorious bondage in the field of dreams and perhaps never find a way to live a normal life any more. But then, who wanted a normal life? Our bodies had been bathed by the licking of the thirsty couples. We jumped into the raging river to wash the sweat and mud from us. After a while we returned to the bank to rinse the mud out our clothes in the river. I wished they could be drenched and rinsed in cum so we would have worn them to remind us of our deep pleasurable night and day in the field of dreams. In no time we were dressed again. It felt unnatural not to be naked - to be forced to wear clothes. Limping wearily with trembling legs and uncertain knees we made it up the small hill through the gorse bushes to the running path. This was another experience long forgotten: walking. Running was out of the question. There was no coordination, or energy, left. It was all we could do to hold on to each other, linked by our arms around each other's shoulder as we slowly and painfully learned to walk again. Kathy whispered that she wished she could live in the pleasure pit and never stop fucking. My mind glazed over at the heat of that possibility as a plan formed in my mind. That day in the shower as we soaped and scrubbed each other we talked about our deepest desires. The intensity of the passion that flowed through us became hotter and hotter and the sex started to get longer and more lingering. The stimulus of the memories of the joys of the lust in the muddy field of dreams just would not be forgotten. Wrinkled and sore, totally spent, we limped out of the shower and collapsed onto my bed, numb to the world, smiling the sleep of the totally satisfied. What was to happen to our lust without the pit of pleasure in the field of dreams? Was this the end? Would we have to once more lead a normal life, clothed and properly behaved?