Written by PML — 2011 — from WamLibrary
f-solo, f/m, mud, xxx
Emma walked outside, and there it was, basking in the (admittedly British weak) sun. Casey had sent a shipment of the stuff, and now it appeared Sophie had set it all up. Emma grinned, hanging her robe up on a hook on the patio, and walked towards it. They had built their own mudpit, or at least, made a new one. This one was different however, since they had got Casey to send some of the creamy clay that they’d seen when they’d visited her the other week, and it looked stunning.
She made her first step towards the mud, and stuck her foot in what she’d been told would be the shallow end. She wasn’t wrong, the mud barely covered her big toe, but the cold mud did tingle with Emma, at least until she hit the warmer undersoil heating below. Emma laughed, standing bare as she looked all around her. She then slid towards the deeper end, but slipped as she went, her legs going too fast and she landed on her derriere with a splash. Emma screamed with laughter, her legs under the surface of the almost white mud at this end of the pool.
Emma twisted herself around so that was on all fours, her breasts dangling in the gentle breeze. Emma then allowed her arms to slide sideways, such that she collapsed into the mud onto her belly, but did keep her head above the mud. Emma took a moment to revel in the mud, before rolling onto her back, scooping some creamy dirt onto her breasts as she went. Emma giggled, slowly rubbing the mud across her belly, before groaning as she got more sensual with the mud. She played with the mud, slowly at first, but steadily getting faster, gasping for air as she went, until things got too much for her, and she sighed happily, giggling as she lay her head back into the mud.
Her hair slid into the mud, and Emma moved her hands to massage her locks, moaning as the mud permeated through to her head. Emma arched her groin skywards, before slamming her ass back down to earth. She repeated this a few times, adoring the sound of her backside smacking against the runny mud. Eventually though, Emma decided her face was too clean, so she scrambled onto all fours, lifted herself up onto her knees, held her arms aloft angel style, before falling back down, face first into the mud. Emma squirmed about, before pulling up for air, smiling at the mud all over her body. She continued playing around in the mud, splashing around and having a laugh, until she heard a car engine approaching.
From her prone position, Emma couldn’t be seen, but she was able to see the car that was coming closer. Peter had clearly been driving in the country off-roading, and was now returning home. She heard the car stop, and that’s when she made her move. She stood up in the mud pool, the mud coming up her lower legs, and looked at Peter. He was just getting out off the car, not paying attention to his muddy naked wife just across the garden (alright, it is a large garden, but they were fairly close). Emma walked over to Peter, who was in a suit, and grabbed the collar with her muddy hands. She then guided him back to the mud pool, where she threw her husband on his back into the mud, all before he’d had a chance to greet his wife. She jumped down after her man, straddling him as she fumbled at his trousers, releasing Little Peter. She stroked it with fast and repetitive motions, before sliding herself on, loving Peter as he moaned at the surprise his wife was giving him.
Emma bounced in the mud, feeling Peter inside her, moaning much louder than she had been beforehand. She reached her climax just as Peter reached his, and soon she found herself satisfied, climbing off Peter and swinging around to relax in his arms. Peter just smiled, and gently rubbed her breasts as they sat in the mud in a state of ecstasy. They kissed, enjoying each other in the moment, before sitting upright in the mud.
Peter then looked at his wife in the eye. “So, do you fancy having some fun in here?” smiling with his patented cheeky smile.
Emma just smacked some mud onto his arm, muttering “You Prat.”