Mud Angel

He knew he shouldn't stare, but he couldn't help it. She looked deliciously sexy wearing nothing but her dirty bra and leggings, exposing her strong abdomen and toned muscle; his eyes roamed over the perfect, round contour of her boobs. She followed his gaze and smirked knowingly.

He grinned back and threw a large clump of clay at her. It landed directly below her breasts with a loud splat. She giggled as the glop peeled away from her skin, sliding down her leggings to return to the mud, leaving a brown trail. He shuffled toward her, picked up two huge handfuls of particularly soupy mud, and proceeded to slap them onto her stomach. The slop splashed and sprayed out, making a sexy splatter on the front of her bra. He smeared his wet hands all over her, trying to avoid her clothing for now. Mud oozed out between his fingers as he pushed them into her skin, his hands glided over her abs like skates on ice. She didn't fight back, just let herself be dirtied, then let out a whine of pleasure as she laid down and her bra-clad upper body sank down into the deep mud. There was nothing she loved more than getting disastrously, irredeemably messy.

He gently pushed a slick finger up into her cleavage, and the silk-soft skin of her boobs squeezed his hand.

"That tickles!" she cried with laughter.

Nick laughed, too, and ran his hands along her body in response, now purposefully tickling under her arms and her sides. Claire shrieked playfully and tried to back away, eventually curling into a protective ball to try and keep his hands off her. He continued to happily run his hands over any bare skin that he could reach until Claire was reduced to a giggling mess.

"Stop!" she laughed, and kicked out with her legs to force him off her body. He dove for her again, but she was prepared this time, and she slapped two handfuls of clay onto his bare chest and stomach. Mud splattered all over, on his shorts, shins, face, and onto Claire, too. She took another couple of handfuls and spread it around his front, from his belly button up to his nipples. Once his upper body was covered with a generous layer of heavy mud, he returned the favor by slapping a handful of mud directly onto her bra. He smeared it around, trying to cover as much of the white fabric as he could. Claire squealed and moaned gently as his hands rubbed her hard nipples.

Claire decided that she had enough, so she clambered atop him again, making them both slide around because of the slime lubricating their skin. Flashing a sly smile, she reached for his waistband, then pulled his shorts and boxers down, all the way down to his ankles, and his half-hard cock sprang up like a mast.

Alarm bells rang in his brain—he knew he should be naked outside where anyone could see him. But it was such a novel thing, to be making love outside, and the cool breeze over his penis felt great and incredibly freeing. Maybe her fetish was just rubbing off on him, if that was even possible, but she was right, the mud really was refreshing. It was cool and wet and felt wonderful against his skin in the summer heat.

"Angel..." he moaned desperately.

"I know, baby," she said, "just relax." She knew, whether Nick liked it or not, she was going to see him orgasm in the filth, his body at her command. This was a sexual fantasy she had for years, and she wasn't going to come this far and just let him get away.

Straddling him, she placed her hands on his shoulders and bent forward to suffocate him with the soft pillow of her breasts, while grinding her crotch against his abdomen. She rocked her chest back and forth, smearing her muddy bra all over his face. He couldn't help but groan contently as the wet fabric slid over the contours of his nose and mouth, smearing the cool, smooth mud into every pore—it was shocking how good it felt on the sensitive skin of his face. When she peeled away, his brown, mud-stained face grinned up at her.

"You look ridiculous," she snorted.

Nick gasped as Claire suddenly grabbed his penis with a mud-covered hand and slowly began stroking up and down. The cool mud on his warm dick felt very, very strange, and he knew he shouldn't be doing this. But it felt so good, and Claire was obviously horny as hell, so he knew he couldn't stop her even if he wanted to. He relaxed with a submissive whimper, embracing whatever dirty acts Claire was going to do to him. Sensing this, Claire smiled at him and silently stroked his cheek with her free hand. His eyes squeezed shut in shame and bliss.

In Claire's hand, his cock quickly hardened fully, much to her delight. She grabbed his testicles, moving them around between her fingers, which caused him to elicit a moaning noise in the back of his throat at the pleasure it brought him. Claire masturbating him, along with the gross, cool slime coating his body was a sharp dichotomy that was impossible for him to process. He made adorable little gasping noises, and Claire laughed again. Spurred on, she stroked faster and continued to squeeze his testicles. Pleasure boiled hot in him, about to burst. He involuntarily squirmed his legs, shivering at the building pressure throughout his body, which only caused the cold mud to squeeze into his ass. Sensing he was getting close, Claire sped up again.

Panicky thoughts ran through his brain. Was he really doing this right now, buried in the mud? Should he be doing this? But the rising sexual pleasure in him blinded him to his disgust of the mud, and he stopped overthinking, enjoying Claire's hands on him. If anything, the mud actually made the act feel better—it was almost like being drenched in lubricant. This had to be the most erotic thing he had ever done.

"You really do like this, huh? Can you cum for me?" she taunted. Nick sucked in a deep, shaky breath, trying to hold off for as long as possible. Claire laughed at his stubbornness; there was no way that he could possibly resist her. She picked up some wet slop, bringing her hand above his crotch. While his eyes were still closed, she dropped it.

As it splattered all over his sensitive penis, the pressure in him exploded, waves of his orgasm spreading through his body. With a grunt, he helplessly spewed warm cum all over Claire's hands—sticky white ropes that clung to her skin and mixed with the mud caked on her fingers. After a few final spurts, Claire's stroking slowed to a stop, satisfied with his orgasm. This was so much better than she ever could have imagined it.

"Good boy," she cooed, and let go of him to smear his face with her cum-covered hands. "I love getting your cum all over me."

He whimpered and unclenched his muscles, his cock still twitching.

Nick opened his eyes to see Claire's greenish-gray ones gazing deep into his, a small smile on her lips.

"I..." His tongue felt fat and cumbersome in his mouth. "I think I love mud," he admitted, cheeks heating with embarrassment. "Or at least I see why you like it so much."

"See? I knew you would."

Still recovering from his orgasm, he could only groan in response as she gleefully pulled his muddy shorts completely off, rendering him completely naked and exposed, and laid down on top of him. He gently moaned at the slippery pressure of her soft, warm body. His hands dazedly slid up and down her sides, aimlessly smearing the mud all over her skin. Nick delighted in being trapped under Claire's weight, squished down firmly into the thoroughly churned mud. She began teasing him, one slimy hand pulled his hair while another rubbed mud onto his face. She wriggled her body, and the thick mud sliding and squelching between them made it immensely pleasurable for both. He smiled, tilting his head back in bliss, and brought his hands down to the waistband of Clarie's leggings.

Giggling, Claire grasped onto him and bent backward so that she was now laying down with him on top of her. He grinned, unable to resist the allure of her body laying down in the thick, goopy mud. Then he reached down and pulled his lover's leggings off completely, resulting in a wet sucking sound and exposing her thin cotton panties to the thick wet mud.

Experimentally, Claire fingered herself through her panties, pushing two fingers gently into her clit. The mud on her fingers instantly soaked through the fabric and into her folds. The new feeling of the slick mud on her clit was so intense that her body trembled and an involuntary whimper escaped her lips. Claire couldn't explain why it felt so amazing, but the mud definitely made it so much better.

"Fuck, you have no idea how good that feels."

"I'm sure I don't," Nick laughed in response. He took a turn to push her clit, and Claire trembled again with a particularly loud moan.

The image of her practically naked body lying down in the mud with the substance smeared all over her was so erotic he was practically mesmerized. "You look like a mud angel," he admired.

"You don't look so bad yourself," she teased, and playfully pushed him back down and slid on top of him again. He basked in the warmth, loving the feel of her quick heartbeat on his chest; he ran his hands from the small of her back up to her head, leaving a slimy trail, and pulled her head down to meet his. She began kissing him lovingly, her hands on the side of his head, and fire stirred in his core. Her chocolatey brown hair draped down and tickled his neck, his cheeks, his forehead, exciting him further, and he lost himself in their muddy embrace. He wanted more. Pulling her head closer with one hand, he sensually rubbed her back with the other. She returned the gesture, nibbling at his lower lip, and licked along the inside of his mouth, running her tongue between his teeth. He breathed deeply, inhaling the rich scent of the mud, the faint aroma of her hair, the salty tang of her sweat...

When she stopped kissing him, she planted her hands on his shoulders and pushed herself up, and, as a result, him farther down into the muck. She giggled and stood up, carefully balancing so that she didn't fall over in the slippery mud. He tried to stand up too, but he was suctioned into the mire so firmly it was as if he was tied down. Claire just laughed as he grunted and twisted his body, trying to free himself, but only making himself muddier.

"Help me," he complained.

She laughed again and then announced, with a sensual smile, "Watch this." Then suddenly she peeled her filthy bra over her head, streaking her face with even more mud, to release her soft, clean breasts. Nick stared at the gentle curve of her naked chest, completely and utterly captivated. Her boobs were incredible, like her chest had been expertly sculpted and perfectly proportioned to her body. She smiled at him, silently enjoying the power her body commanded over him.

"Oh, you like this, don't you?"

It was all he could do to nod as his eyes scanned her body, drinking in every detail: The soft, pale skin of her breasts, their perfect shape, her pink, erect nipples...

She turned around so that he could also admire her backside. The mud slathered on her body camouflaged her underwear to her skin. With an excited laugh, she put her hands on her knees and stuck her cute butt out towards him. She began to shake her ass, slowly at first, then picking up speed, and the fat of her ass and thighs rippled as they shook. Her twerking caused little globs of mud on her skin to fly off, some splattered on his face, making him flinch and laugh. He couldn't believe the sight before him—just twenty minutes ago, he didn't even know Claire had a fetish for mud—but it was so incredibly, ridiculously arousing he just had to stroke his muddy cock to fully enjoy her show.

Claire's panties, made heavy by the mud soaked into them, began to slide down her ass, until they slipped and dropped down her legs into the mud, revealing her already mud-covered butt. Nick let out a laugh and a loud moan at this, which caused Claire to turn around and see him masturbating, his body still stuck in the mud. She giggled, "Don't cum without me!"

"I'll always wait for you," he replied with a lazy grin.

Both of them now completely naked, she offered him an arm to help pull him out, intentionally angling her body so that her breasts dangled right in his line of sight. He grabbed her hand and she pulled him out, and the mud made a loud slurping noise as it filled the cavity where his body was.

As he stood up, he put his hands on her shoulders and spun her so that her back was to him, and murmured in her ear, "I love you, angel."

"Aww, I love-" Suddenly he pushed her hard and she was falling, a brief moment of panic and weightlessness, and then she fell flat on her face into the mud with a wet splat; she appeared to be swallowed whole as she vanished beneath the surface.

Claire gave a muffled little squeak as she landed, her entire body squelched deep into the thick, sticky slop... The mud wrapped her body in a snug, slippery embrace, gently pushing on every square inch of her body like a comforting hug. The sloppy brown mud was all over her now—sticking to her face, slathered in her dark brown hair, and plastering her naked body from head to toe. At last, she was completely covered, no skin remained visible—she trembled in filthy bliss. Claire held her breath, face down in the mud, intentionally suffocating herself, until, at last, she couldn't wait anymore and with a great push, lifted her body from the mud.

He watched, transfixed, as the mud rose and shifted until Claire emerged like an insect from its cocoon; thick, heavy layers of mud dripped and peeled away from her body as she gasped for oxygen. She appeared to have been crudely sculpted from mud, her hair plastered to her neck and back; her eyes and nose smoothed over with mud, so that her only facial feature was a large, gaping mouth; thick layers of mud giving her arms and legs uneven proportions. He couldn't help but stroke his hard, slippery cock again at the new unbelievably dirty sight before him.

Claire, made completely blind by the mud covering her eyes, flashed a big, goofy grin in what she thought was his general direction, which revealed two rows of brown, mud-stained teeth.

He shook his head in amusement as Claire began to wipe the worst of the mud from her face and body, sloughing it off like a second skin. Eventually, she got herself to a state where at least she could see and hear, a thin patina of mud still painted into every crevice of her body. He stared at her muddy, naked form, with a stupid smile on his face, completely unable to look anywhere else. Claire laughed and sprang for him, tackling his body down into the mud and smothering him with her mouth; copious amounts of bitter, gritty mud entering his. He giggled and tried to squirm out from underneath her to stop her muddy kisses, but she had him pinned down tight and shot her tongue into his mouth, which only made him gag at the taste of mud in the back of his throat. She moaned contentedly, pushing herself even closer to him. The wet, sticky mud between them acted as a flux, welding their naked bodies together into one—it was so incredibly wrong and gross, but that's what made it so amazing. When she ran out of breath from kissing him for so long, she pushed herself up, and he spat out a mouthful of brown mud and saliva to the side.

"You still have a clean spot," she said, pointing to a tiny patch of clean flesh on his jawline.

"What are you—" Suddenly Nick was interrupted as she dropped a huge handful of the slimy wet dirt onto his head. It covered his entire face immediately, rendering him completely covered, but still wasn't enough for her, so she just kept shoveling handful after handful onto him until his head was buried underneath a mountain of mud. He flailed underneath her and unsuccessfully tried to shove the vast quantity of muck from his face as it fell into his mouth and seeped into his nostrils.

"Now we're even," she laughed triumphantly. He spluttered as he finally managed to sweep it all off, and could only laugh as well at the ridiculousness of his situation.

Claire couldn't help but smile at him, the way the mud was covering his body and smeared on his flushed face, how their naked, slimy bodies were pressed together, the pleasure she got from doing this to him... She grabbed him and rolled them over, with great effort, mud squishing and sucking against their bodies.

She didn't say anything, but the lust and desire in her seductive eyes revealed her intentions. She wanted to be fucked. In the mud.

He straddled her and mercilessly rubbed mud all over her clit, causing her to shriek with delight. Once he got her heated up, he easily slid into her, lubricated by the mud and her soaked vagina. Claire gasped with arousal at the new, dirty feeling as he slowly and sensually pumped in and out. He picked up the pace, and he grabbed onto her shoulders to pull their bodies closer, the gritty mud between them adding to the intensity of the experience. Her soft boobs bounced in time with his thrusts, and his pounding began pushing her down into the soft mud. Her mud-caked arms flailed to him, looking for anything to keep her from slipping and sinking. He laughed and moaned at the same time, determined to completely fuck her into the mud.

Claire was in pure bliss. The cool mud smeared all over her body, the heat of sexual pleasure rising within her, and his slippery cock sliding into her vagina was overwhelming her senses—like adding heat to a pot that's already about to boil over. She tilted back into the mud in ecstasy.

Getting closer and closer to their respective orgasms, they desperately cried out each other's name, motivated by only hungry, animalistic instincts. Nick kept up the pace, and she moaned and squealed as the rising mud grasped her around the sides of her torso, nearly enough to cover her completely. He used one hand to begin rubbing her clit again, stoking the flames of her pleasure.

"Oh - oh fuck," Claire gasped, "I'm almost there. D-don't stop."

He sped up until his cock hissed with white-hot pleasure. Claire bit her lip and screwed her eyes shut. She squeezed her muscles as tight as she could, trying to delay her orgasm, but she was completely overloaded; her neurons sparking as her brain futilely tried to process the extreme pleasure he was forcing into her, amplified by the mud.

"Fuck, I can't, I - fu..." she gasped, shuddering, eyes rolling back - then she screamed as something inside her exploded: Waves of intense pleasure crashed through her, emanating from her core, up to her head and down to her toes, so intense her vision went black. Just a second later, he came as well, his cock nearly numb with pleasure as it pumped his semen deep inside her. Claire felt his warm wetness spread inside her as the orgasmic waves wracked her body and she whimpered and flailed uncontrollably, thrashing her body wildly into the mud, so that it closed over her face and she was yet again completely buried. Almost immediately she thrust her head out, panting hard, and eventually succeeded in getting her hysterical breathing under control.

As her intense orgasm drew to a close, she relaxed her muscles and swept the mud from her eyes, then became vaguely aware of his warm, slimy mass lying on top of her, his cock still buried deep in her vagina.

Claire groaned gently out of both pleasure and pain. "Holy shit..."

"That was quite the show," Nick said wryly.

"Oh, shut up," she said, and playfully punched him in the shoulder.

"Ow!" he laughed.

She stared at him for a few seconds, a huge smile still plastered on her face.

"That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever done."

"I mean... Well, I never thought I would have enjoyed it, but honestly it was really hot. Thanks, I guess, for showing me this," he said, and kissed her muddy forehead. "Angel, you are absolutely disgusting."