Archive-Name: pit_mud_desire
Archive-Author: CMC (cmc119@mail.us.net)
Archive-Title: The Pit of Mud and Desire
Archive-Type: f/f, mud
Laura and Beth slowly wandered their way home from the beach. They took the usual shortcut through the woods. Mindful of their bare feet, the two bikini-clad beauties walked carefully through the silent woods, staying on dirt path and feeling the warm damp loam caress their feet. Laura was talking about how her new g-string accented her blonde hair, and Beth shook her head in thoughtful agreement, her tawny red hair bobbing about just off her shoulders.
When the two were about half way through the woods, they noticed a strange sound. It was almost like a boiling, gurgling noise, but muffled. Curious, they pushed off from the path in search of what was causing the noise.
The woods were a little thinner here, and the ground grew increasingly moist under their feet. The vegetation became sparser and soon the girls were picking their way carefully through gooey mud that sucked at their delicate ankles and oozed deliciously through their toes. Beth giggled to Laura that she though she was getting aroused in the sticky juiciness.
But when Laura placed her gooey foot down into mud well over her ankle, both girls stopped and considered going back. The ground was like dark brown pudding, warm and yielding. Neither girl wanted to ruin their swimsuits, or really get dirty beyond what could quickly be cleaned up in one of the nearby streams.
The woods seemed to grow silent.
But the gooey, bubbling noise continued.
And it seemed like just over the next hill was where they would find the source of the sound. So, slogging carefully through the sticky ooze, they slowly worked their way up the hill, holding hands for support. The boiling burping sounds grew closer, and within minutes they were both staring down into the source of the noise, which was a large mudpit.
The pit was over fifteen feet in diameter, and about twelve feet deep. At the base of the pit roiled some of the creamiest, thickest mud either girl had ever seen. Lighter than the mud on their feet, it seemed to have a life of it’s own. It was softly churning, and producing thick large bubbles that rose sluggishly to the top of the goo and then burst noisily, spattering the thick subsbrownce over the dripping inner walls of the pit. Although the mud was not boiling, it was obviously warmed by some source as the girls could feel it's pleasant warmth rising up to warm them in the cool of the woods.
Both girls watched the thick mixture with a mixture of fascination and trepidation. The mud from their walk in the woods, now drying to a thick coating on their legs, seemed innocent and harmless compared to this monstrous pit of simmering ooze before them.
But as they watched from the edge of the mudpit, the warm moistened ground under Beth's feet sagged and crumbled loose, and with a gasp, she slipped, and fell!
Laura grabbed at her frantically. With one hand she managed to grasp Beth's hand as she fell towards the filthy pit. With her other she desperately grasped at Beth bikini bottom, but succeeded only in tearing it loose from Beth, and it fluttered helplessly, settling on the surface of the creamy mud below. Helplessly, Beth tipped into the pit, and held only by Laura's hand, swung clumsily and collided face first with the dripping gooey side of the mudpit. It was warm and sticky, and the force of the fall pushed the front of her body fully six inches into the soft juicy wall before she bounced back with a sucking noise, her front covered with the moist brown ooze. Laura hung on with all her strength, determined to keep Beth from plunging into the sloppy bath below.
But as Beth dangled above the mud, with just her toes brushing the surface of the greedy mire and the large bubbles of ooze spattering her naked from the waist down young body, she could feel Laura's grip slipping. Laura closed here eyes and gritted her teeth, but to no avail. Beth's hand slipped loose, and she dropped the remaining six feet with a thick splash into the mudpit, splashing the thick creamy glop and sinking quickly to where her breasts were half swallowed by the muck. Her bikini bottom floated next to her on the surface of the deep warm pit.
Ooo!" she cried as the thick warm mud caressed her naked lower body. It was hard for her to fully believe this was happening; it was so thick and warm and filthy and muddy. She had never felt anything even remotely like it; she reacted with shock and revulsion, fear and secret wantonness; it was at once extremely erotic and felt totally taboo. Even while her face feigned disgust, her legs opened slightly wider to willingly accept this new soft thick medium.
She tried to walk to edge of the warm pit but her feet had found the bottom, and the bottom layer was like thick, hot glue. It seemed to tease and lick at her sensitive feet. Although she could raise her foot from it with difficulty, the bottom layer was obviously thicker and stickier than the goo in which her breasts bobbed and battled. They eventually disappeared in the thick ooze as her feet settled towards the bottom of the pit.
And all the while, large muddy pockets of air rose slowly to the surface and popped, spattering her pretty face and hair with creamy brown mud. She could feel the warm ooze on her face, and raised her hands from the slimy mass to brush her hair back, but succeeded only in further muddying herself. The bubbles oozed up from the bottom, traveling and stroking her legs and buttocks. With each bubble she became a little filthier and a little muddier. Her tawny hair gracefully turned creamy brown like the mud. When it appeared as though a particularly large bubble would explode near her face, at first she would turn, allowing the mud shower to coat the back of her head and neck instead. But the force of the pop generally showered her completely with a new sprinkling of the batter-like muck, moving her towards eventual complete coverage.
Meanwhile Laura gasped at her friend's predicament. Forgetting her new swimsuit, Laura stretched out on her stomach in the darker muck above the pit and stretched out her hand to Beth. "Take my hand," she cried. Beth lifted her arm from the gooey trap but her dripping fingers were easily two feet from Laura's hand. Another bubble erupted from the base of the pit, crawled slowly up her thigh, lazily licked between her legs and exploded messily near her face. Beth wiggled involuntarily in the mess, wishing she had at least panties on. It was terribly exciting, she found, to be softly cradled in this warm bath of thick mud, to be softly probed and quietly violated. She felt so dirty, so happy and filthy. What was happening to her? Her toes wiggled deliciously in the hot gluey bottom mud. It felt disgusting and wonderful. Her nipples hardened and she felt flushed.
Another bubble stroked the length of her and popped in her face. The mud was winning, she was a complete mess. Laura's mouth hung open as she watched her pretty friend transform into a thing of mud, covered from head to toe with the relentless goo. She suppressed a giggle at her friend’s situation. Then, an idea to help Beth occurred to her.
"Take off your top and maybe I can pull you out," Laura suggested. Beth resisted, suddenly preferring the obscene feeling of partial dress, willing to be partially clad in her bikini top. She liked wearing no bottoms in the mess. Yes, it felt so helplessly obscene to have no bottoms on in the mud, like she had done it on purpose. She sighed and complied, slipping the bikini top from her full young breasts.
And of course her nearly clean breasts were immediately fouled by the greedy ooze as she shed her top, and tossing the muddy garment to Laura, she concentrated more fully on the slimy massage the relentless bubbles offered. The mud carressed her like a live thing.
Laura grabbed at Beth's top and firmly wrapped it around her wrist. It certainly seemed like it was extra filthy; it must be the spattering effect of the mud that coated everything so thoroughly. No matter, thought Laura, it's not me in the pit! She dangled the bikini top back down to Beth, hoping the girl could reach it.
Standing on her toes in the hot bottom mud, Beth stretched and reached for the muddy rag. More bubbles of mud, more warm slop oozing down her face and down the back of her head. Her sense of arousal was climbing against her will. Laura tugged on the cloth, trying to help Beth out. Beth starting emerging from the goo, and walking up the side of the warm pit like a mountain climber, depending on Laura's strength. Her feet sank almost to her knees into the soft side of the pit, making the going difficult. What a soft, messy trap!, she thought. In the back of her mind, she surprised herself by thinking, and how delicious to wallow in it! But just as it looked like she might escape, Beth let her hands loosen on the muddy rag with a squeal of excitement and pleasure, slipped back into the warm mudbath, landing with a sloppy splash on her back in the mud. She righted herself, wondering why she had declined escape, and heard herself grunt with pleasure as she worked her feet and settled back into the relentless warm goo.
Meanwhile, Laura had edged perilously closed to the edge of the mudpit. With a shock, she realized she was losing her balance. How could this be?, she thought. I'm not close enough to have been in danger of falling in! But although she tried her best, she soon felt herself sliding head first into the pit, as though the slippery ooze was pulling her in alongside her friend. As she slid into the mudpit she gasped as a root snagged the tie of her bikini bottom, expertly removing it from her tanned body. She tried twisting, but it was too late; with a mighty splash of muck she entered the deep mud pit head first and emerged a moment later, covered in filth.
Beth's breath was coming in quick gasps. Her eyes were closed. Laura slid through the warm ooze over to her friend. The very act of passing through the warm mass aroused her. Beth's eyes opened and looking at Laura she whispered unhappily, "Oh, Laura, I'm coming."
Not know what her friend meant, Laura quickly moved closer to Beth and said, "Save your energy, I'm right here!" But waves of pleasure has taken over Beth, and her hips moved in the thick warm sludge involuntarily. She moaned with pleasure and Laura held her close, finally understanding that they had somehow blundered into some kind of strange sexual force. She knew in minutes she would be as sexually inundated as Beth was now; she could feel her resistance slipping even as the juicy warm creaminess explored and probed at her. She fought the feeling but knew it was hopeless. Would they ever escape, or were they doomed to exhaust themselves in an orgy of muddy, sloppy pleasure?
Her hands reached for Beth, pulling the muddy girl to her in fear and desire. Laura tried to plan some kind of escape, but her mind reeled with thoughts of eroticism and juicy, muddy sex. Beth was writhing with pleasure, slowly dancing herself deeper into the intoxicating muck. The bubbles popped pleasantly and spattered Laura with the wonderful, wonderful mud.
It was so fine to be naked in the beautiful mud, she thought, rubbing herself and feeling the hot goo tease and tongue at her feet. Why didn’t everyone spend time wallowing in it? Why would people want to make love any other way? Why had she never forced her boyfriend to experience this blissful dirtiness? It was so dirty, she thought, so addictively dirty and filthy and wonderful...
She forgot about Beth. Was she still above the surface? Who cares, she thought. Laura felt a mounting orgasm build inside her, and a particularly monstrous mud bubble nearly lifted her body from the pit as it crawled lazily up her legs to explore her muddy body.
Then it exploded deliciously near her, covering her face. She licked the precious salty mud from lips with a smile and blew it a kiss, waiting anxiously for the next to arrive...
