No Longer A Mud Virgin

[Electric Katfish]

It dawned bright and clear in downtown Sticks, USA. We got up, got coffee started and were ready to deal with breakfast by the time the girls arrived for their first full shooting day. There's a lot of good footage from that day, but what sticks out in my mind is …

Connie.

Connie is roughly seven feet long and definitely not your standard Arkansas Sucking Toad. She lives in mud and quicksand, favors clay pits — and has a taste for curvy cave girls.

"Okay, so first we'll do our setup shots. Then we'll get both camera's in place for Debbie's entrance near the pit. Then I'll go in and operate Connie while you get the shot."

"Um … Fred, I think this may not be the best way to get your scene." What am I doing? Who am I kidding? I'm the newbie here! The amateur! Katherine, shut the hell up!

"Oh? What's the problem?"

"You're the director. You should be running the camera while I operate the toad." Oh, this is good! Subvert the shoot so you can get into the clay pit without waiting for the production day to end! "You have the vision of your scene. You know what you're looking for. You should be behind the camera." Wait a minute, that argument makes sense! Um … checking my motives closely … yup. I wanted the clay. Badly. But this really was about the scene. I just didn't feel right about the director not watching his shot while the action was in progress.

"You've never been in the clay before. Normally we initiate someone before we turn them loose. You don't understand the physics of what your dealing with like I do. I've been in there, multiple times."

Well, God Bless him! Fred was genuinely concerned for me!

"You forget, I'm a member of the community. I'll figure it out. And if I get into any real trouble, it's not like you and the girls aren't right there to get me out. Your place is behind the camera — leave the monster to me."

"Okay."

What? He agreed? Cool!

Wait a minute, just what have I gotten myself into?

We shot our setup footage. Then we got our camera's in place and Debbie made her entrance on set. She settled in on the edge of firm ground and dipped her feet into the clay, just to cool off.

After all, carrying a club, fending off horny cave men while foraging for breakfast is hot, thirsty work!

Um … a point of order: Fred shoots with little or no script. Most of what goes on is based on an outline or sketch — and the rest of the action is cooked up on the fly by Fred and the actresses. Yes, most of it is ad-libbed on the spot — and the girls usually nail it in ONE TAKE.

"Okay Katie, time for Connie!"

For this shoot, I wore a bathing suit. I wanted to keep things as simple as possible — and I already knew cloths could complicate any maneuvers in mud. My one nod to modesty was I'd purchased a pair of shorts at Walmart with the idea I'd trash 'em in Fred's muck with no regrets. These I wore over my bikini bottom.

I'd watched the actresses enter and exit the pit a couple of times now and had a good sense of how to handle it. I knew there were places along the edge designed to assist in the egress process. "Where would you like me to get in?"

Fred pointed to the north east end of the pit. "Over there, where Binke entered earlier. The bottom slopes down gradually. You'll need to be careful of your footing though. The clay is slippery."

I walked over to the edge. Fred took my hand to help me in. And I took my first steps into the mire …

The first thing I noticed was the clay was cool, but not cold. The next thing I noticed was I had no footing whatsoever. I tried to take a step and slid along the bottom.

Thick. The clay is so thick … it impedes everything you try to do while denying you a grip or any purchase …

Fred held my hand until I was steady. We let go … and I leaned forward and pushed away from bottom slipping in to my waist.

Now, to say I was running on adrenaline would be an understatement. My skin was tingling. My pulse raced And my senses were running wide open and screaming for input …

… and the clay obliged …


Say it with me now,

To be continued …

[Beast260]

man sounds great.... stop teasing and let it sip lol

[nachtjaeger]

THAT is what it's all about! That electric thrill, that tightness halfway between your tailbone and your bellybutton. . .

[Nessie]

Your first time in the clay was for the purpose of operating Connie The Toad???

You are a brave woman to have your loss of mud virginity occur during an actual scene!

And you are very dedicated. In your shoes (er, bare muddy feet?) I mighta lost my train of thought once I hit that soft squooshy sinky slippery sucking succulent goo...

Then again, since you haven't actually finished this story yet, I do not, in fact, know how you reacted to the clay.

Maybe you did get a bit distracted.

"Connie who?"

Nessie

[Electric Katfish]

Good morning campers! And welcome to the Obsequious Church of Callipygous Surrealism!

Today's J-mart special is fatigued audience!

May the Farce be with you!

Grelb!

[Robert]

Hmmm...where have I heard that phrase before??...

Hey Electric...your blog type posts are great... love reading them...keep it going!!

Thanks,

Robert

[Electric Katfish]

Sorry for the silence. I've been … um, busy. Getting home to Honolulu has been interesting. And then it was time to move, just as soon as I arrived.

Oh! And then there's the small matter of a tropical storm set to arrive soon …


More to come in a bit.

[Nessie]

I'll be out of town for a few days myself. But when I come back (late late Friday or Saturday morning) I'll see if you've continued your tale...which, considering your writing skills, is sure to be well worth the wait!

May you remember forever the feel of the mud on your skin.

Nessie

[sleazy_dwarf]

Kat!,

First, good post keep the message going! Second, I'm jealous of you to sink in good clean mud when I have to deal with sticks, sea shells and acorns, cows and the occasional broken beer bottle! I remember when I Broke my Cherry and it's a great experience! Did you get to go all the way down? My sink holes are only about five feet or so deep....

Look forward to seeing the videos...

j

[Electric Katfish]

The clay is soft and yielding, yet it holds you in place with an iron grip. Everything is restricted and confined. My legs feel like lead. There is an exquisite pressure on every part of my body submerged in the goo. And yet, when I move, the clay yields — and resists. I try a kicking motion like I might use in a swimming pool. I go nowhere, but down, in up to my ribs.

Fred's clay pit contains roughly two thousand pounds of material. You feel it. You feel the mass and the power of what has you in it's grip. When you move, the clay moves. You can feel the entire mass bounce and jiggle with your movement. And when you push … the clay pushes back … EVERYWHERE. Oh! And Fred is rather obsessive with his attention to details. As you get deeper into the clay, you notice one of them: The clay pit is heated. In fact, while looking for bottom, I was surprised by how HOT things got! The lower I tried to extend my feet, the warmer the clay got! I was trying to push against the bottom to help me move — and never found it. The heat exchange system in the base of the pit was more than I could handle. And at a depth of roughly sex feet, effectively out of my reach.

This stuff was my every favorite quicksand fantasy rolled into one intense, immersive experience — and my body responded with a vengeance. My nipples popped up under my top. My clit engorged so quickly it took my breath away. I tried to move again and felt the pressure against my vulva …

I thought my brain was going to melt …

Focus Katherine, FOCUS! You're a professional and you're here to do a job! This is NOT the time to have your own intimate moment with the mire! Right … okay … so where's the flippin' monster? Where do I need to be?

Fred had already placed Connie for her part in the scene. The giant toad was between Debbie and myself and I needed to work my way to Connie's right flank so I could make her work and stay out of the frame.

It's funny how your mind works at a time like this — and what you remember. I remember that we took a set of shots with Connie lurking, sneaking up on her intended prey. And I remember looking down on Connie from the pits edge, shooting with Camera two …

But I can't remember how I got in place on the monster's right flank. My brain was just to overloaded by the experience. I recall the level of focus I brought to bare to do the job. The same focus I used recently to mix a jazz festival and deal with multiple artists.

What I do remember is that once I was in place, Connie was effectively behind me and to my left. I needed the monster close enough to effectively lunge forward and take Debbie's foot. I reached, I stretched — and Connie, just six inches or so out of reach, might as well have been on the moon.

Yup. Just like the movies.

I got my legs under me, just so — and I kicked upward and back. I got my back clear of the mire and flung myself backwards, reaching for all I was worth — and got a good handful of prehistoric sucking toad.