Darren confided his dirtiest fantasies online and has been offered a chance to try them out. Will it be all he hoped for? That'll be determined by what Jenny, Sammy and Paul have in store for him.
WARNING: Being set on a farm, this story includes narratives where the characters get messy in mud that has mixed with manure. If you don't like this kind of thing, or feel it may offend you, please do not read it.
Glancing up at the blue sky then down at the deep puddles that had formed at the side of the road, Darren felt a sense of relief as it looked like it would be a reasonably pleasantly day despite the heavy rain earlier, which had been on and off for the past week or so. A cheeky smile broke across his face and he felt a tingle in his pants as he imagined the effect all this rain would have had on Old Oak farm he was on his way to visit. Before today, he didn't know this farm existed or knew anybody who worked there, but he had received a private message on UMD about a week ago, which would turn his life upside down!
A while back, he had described on his profile what his darkest, dirtiest fantasy was, but hadn't thought anything more of it. That was until a message came through, just like any other. It wasn't until he actually read it properly that he realised it was an invitation to visit Old Oak Farm and an offer to make these fantasies a reality. Mind racing, he had read it several times before the enormity of what it was suggesting would fully sink in, and he felt a mixture of complete elation and fear in equal measure. He pondered: “Are you actually supposed to act out your darkest fantasies or are they just that? What if the fantasy is miles better than the reality – wouldn't that completely ruin the fantasy?”. Despite being able to confide his dirtiest desires to total strangers on UMD, he was actually quite shy, So could feel the colour rushing to his cheeks and his heart start to pound a little when he realised he was here. Pulling off the road into the farm's driveway he realised that he was almost past the point of no return. This was it.
"What if someone stops me and asks why I'm there?!? I couldn't explain that I'm there to roll around in the dirt and get filthy, but it's OK because you invited me!?!" Darren thought starting to panic as these and many more scenarios filled his mind. He could feel the sweat trickling down his face beneath his helmet. He pulled over next to an old farm house and paused to compose himself, looking around to get an impression of the place. He felt a little disappointed as what he could see looked well kept, almost pretty and worse all... really clean! Not the dirty farm he had been picturing on the long ride down or fantasising about since the message came through. He climbed off his bike, grateful for the chance to stretch his legs, as it had been a long ride out. He considered himself to be pretty average in nearly every respect – not being overly tall, at 5'7”, being neither fat nor thin or young, as he was nearing his 40th Birthday. But he did look completely out of place walking up the farm track in his full bike gear.
Feeling rather conspicuous and not wanting to draw attention to himself, Darren headed towards the farm house to find Jenny, who the message told him to meet. As he rounded the corner of the farm house, a farm yard stretched out in front of him, with stables running down one side and what looked liked pig stys down the other. He felt his pulse quicken as everywhere his eyes fell looked utterly filthy. The yard was a sea of mud with foot prints and animal tracks running off in all directions, which had churning up the surface of the mud. The heavy rain had certainly helped, although farm equipment poking out of the mud towards the side of the yard suggested that it was at least half a meter deep in places and that it had already been really filthy for quite some time. Towards the end of the yard was an old barn past which Darren could see several large herds of cows grazing in the fields beyond. This went some way to explaining why the lane in front of the barn looked every bit at dirty as the yard. Straining to see, Darren realised by the greenish tinge of the lane that it wasn't just mud, there was quite a bit of manure too.
Darren breathed hard feeling his hard cock trying to escape from his boxers, grateful for his motorcycle trousers for concealing his pleasure. When I soft voice said, “Hello there,” from behind him, which broke his trance. Darren spun around in surprise, and sitting on the wall, not too far away, was a young girl. “Well, she's probably around 18 but when you're almost 40 you consider that young,” he thought. The girl had natural looking dirty blond hair, which was shoulder length, a little dishevelled and greasy from an honest morning's work on the farm. Her blue eyes appeared kind, she had an athletic but fuller figure, and was wearing tight jeans which she had tucked into her muddy green hunter wellies. Her chunky knit jumper couldn't conceal her full breasts and curvy waist. Darren felt his mouth grow dry she looked stunning – he'd never really cared for lots of make up and designer clothes anyway. It suddenly struck him, “what if this is Jenny?”. He hadn't reckoned on her being this young and began to feel embarrassed as this girl was young enough to be his daughter.
“I'm looking for Jenny,” he said in an unnaturally high voice. “Great start, way-da-go Darren,” he thought. She gave him a knowing smile and Darren heard another voice behind him say, “I'm Jenny, and you must be Darren.” Darren turned and watched a lady in her thirties, by his reckoning, walking toward him. In contrast, she had long dark brown hair, brown eyes, a slender build and was dressed in blue water-resistant dungarees and wellies so dirty he couldn't make out the original colour. Before Darren had chance to speak, she turned to the girl and said, “Sammy, Darren's going to take off all his clothes, right here. Then we're going to show him what it's like to actually get filthy dirty. He's played with clay a few times, so thinks that he knows a bit about this, but by the end of the day, he'll have been totally humiliated, violated, been made to do things things far nastier than he thought himself capable of, and will have loved every funking minute of it.”
Darren felt my cheeks glow hot with embarrassment, but that wasn't the only place that blood was rushing to. He stood there stunned. He could either run or strip as instructed. Having taken off his jacket both Sammy and Jenny smiled back at him, which made him feel a little less awkward.
“Pass your clothes to Sammy. She'll take them inside the house along with your valuables. Don't worry, they'll be quite safe,” instructed Jenny, sounding a little softer but still with an air of authority. Having stripped to his boxers, Darren could see a tractor approaching from one of the fields.
“Do you want finish stripping somewhere more private,” Darren asked hopefully.
“No, here will be just fine – everyone here is used to dirty animals,” instructed Jenny firmly. The embarrassment of stripping naked outdoors in front of two attractive women was bad enough, but thought of standing naked in front of a bunch of burly men horrified Darren. Somehow finding the courage, Darren slipped his boxes over his feet and stood there naked in front of them. The breeze felt fresh against his bum and cock, reminding him how long it has been since he had been exposed outdoors. Sammy playfully slapped his naked bum before taking his clothes back to the house. Jenny smiled at Darren, sensing his embarrassment she said, “there, that wasn't too bad now was it.”
"Actually, no it wasn't," Darren thought, smiling back at her.
“Well, lets not run before we can walk shall we. Follow me,” said Jenny, walking off toward the yard.
Not wanting to be left standing there naked, Darren had only followed a handful of
steps when he groaned out load causing Jenny to stop and glance over her shoulder. Whilst focussing on Jenny, Darren hadn't noticed that he had reached the edge of the churned up mud and his foot had sunk in up to his ankle. The sensation of the mud squishing between his toes and encasing his foot, with its lovely wet embrace, felt truly amazing, and he hadn't been able to conceal his pleasure. After all, this wasn't the mud he was used to – it was dirty, smelly and filthy farm mud he had fantasised about! Darren pulled his foot out and stared at his filthy brown sock, not able to hold back a broad smile. Jenny laughed and said in a surprisingly warm voice, “We're going to have so much fun with you today!”
Three men and a woman emerged from one of the pig stys. Darren looked at his feet in an attempt to avoid their gaze, feeling really uncomfortable.
“All done as requested, Jenny,” said the woman, and shot a wink toward Darren. He realised they knew why he was there, so smiled back knowing that the cat was already out of the bag and they weren't looking at him strangely as I would have expected. As they walked away leaving him alone with Jenny, Darren's mind turned to wondering what they had in store for him.
Each step Darren took after Jenny took him a little deeper into the mud. It was now over 8” deep and was really thick having been churned up leaving all of the foots prints. Jenny stopped, turned around and said, “You're far to clean for a dirty boy. Get down on your hand and knees.” He complied and felt his hands and knees sink into the wet mud. Lifting out his hand, it now resembled a mud mitten and he absent mindedly began to to move it up and down his cock with slow and deliberate strokes, transferring the mud onto his ever hardening shaft.
“Stop!” demanded Jenny, and he quickly pushed his hands back under the mud as originally instructed. “No touching until I tell you you can, all right?” said Jenny softly, “Now crouch down so your face is just above the mud. I'm going to put boot on the back of your head and push your face under.”
There was definitely no hiding Darren's pleasure, his dirty cock was now hard as a rock, which didn't pass unnoticed by Jenny. He lowered his face closer to the mud so that its strong earthy aroma filled his nose. It was much stronger than he was accustomed to, but this only turned him on more, as in was dirtier for it. However, he didn't have long to savour the smell before he felt Jenny's filthy mud caked boot press down on the back of his head. There was a brief pause before he felt her full weight force his face into the mud. Everything went black and he felt the mud being pushed up his nostrils, against his eye lids and coating his lips. She only held him there for a few seconds and then removed her boot from his head. Darren knelt up and turned toward her.
“That's more like it, don't you think?” Laughed Jenny.
“It's all right, but I want you to push my whole head under then make me suck your filthy fingers!” Darren gasped, the words having escaped before thinking about what he was saying.
Looking amused, Jenny led Darren towards the side of the yard to where the farm equipment had suggested the mud was seriously deep. Crawling behind her, the mud steadily crept further up his arms and it become harder to move as it had to be at least half a meter deep. The mud was wetter and less thick here, but smelt much stronger, which gave Darren the impression that it had built up over a long period of time. Without warning, He felt Jenny's boot put pressure on the back of his head. He just had time to take a deep breath before his face and head was pressed below the surface of the mud. He could feel the mud being parted by his face as his head sunk further and further beneath it, until he felt mud start to coat his shoulders and rise down his chest towards his belly. Crouching there Darren was completely blinded by the mud, and could feel the mud pressing in against his head and face from all slides. It had filled his ears, so all he could hear was the pounding of his excited heart. He held his breath and kept his mouth shut, but could feel it coating his lips and he had its earthy taste in his mouth.
It was a good few seconds before he realised that Jenny had removed her boot and he pulled his head out of the mud, gasping hard, but still blind and deaf from the coating he had received. His legs, arms, head and face were now caked in a thick layer of brown mud, that smelt how you'd expect a farmyard with animals to smell. Feeling hopelessly aroused, Darren pushed his own head back under and pulled his body down after it through the mud until he felt his bum stink beneath the surface, which signalled that he was fully emerged. It felt fantastic. He knew it was disgusting, but began to loved its dirtiness, smell and taste! He hadn't noticed Sammy return, and only realised she was there when he heard her laugh as he surfaced to catch a breath, groaning loudly with the pent up sexual tension that builds before a really hard orgasm. Darren scrapped the mud from my eyes so he could see her. “You're a filthy one, aren't you,” she teased. To which Darren could only nob and moan whilst his hard continued to rub his throbbing cock.
Jenny hadn't forgotten Darren's impromptu request and beckoned Sammy closer, and said: “You'll want to see this bit. He's going to suck my muddy fingers whilst I wank him off.”
Darren wasn't used to being degraded like – he felt mixture of fear, humiliation and elation coupled with a very strong desire to be filthy. Jenny crouched down and coated her hand and fingers with a generous coating of thick mud, then told Darren to sit down and lean back. Sammy gasped with delight as Jenny pushed her finger into Darren's mouth and he began instinctively to such the mud off them, allowing them to be pushed in and out as if there were a cock fucking his face. The mud tasted a lot like soil, but a little bitter too, which he assumed must be manure and the reason it smelt so strong. After the initial shock of having it in his mouth it didn't feel all that bad. In fact he was getting horribly turned on by being degraded in this way.
To Darren's and Jenny's surprise, it was Sammy who pushed her hand through the mud and began to massage his cock firmly beneath the surface. The mud was so deep that her face and breasts were almost touching the surface in order for her to be able to reach it. Only a few strokes later Darren felt his heart racing faster and faster and his breaths became shallow and coarse. Darren felt the need to push his legs out straight and he tensed his leg muscles, whilst his cock was painfully hard. With each stroke, as he got closer to orgasm, he sank further into the mud until the mud had covered his ears and was rising up his cheeks. He was now so turned on and intoxicated by the filth that he submerged his head just below the surface, leaving his mouth open. He felt it fill with mud and continued to enjoy Jenny's fingers continuing to push in and out churning up the mud within his mouth rubbing it into his teeth, tongue and lips. He couldn't see or hear again, but the feeling of mud in his mouth, being massaged into his cock and pressing against his whole body like a wet blanket was breathtaking!
Darren came really hard beneath the mud, mouth completely full of mud and Sammy hand gripping his quivering cock as it pumped his cum into the muck. He wanted to stay there, as it felt so good, but after a short while he pushed his head and face back out to take a breath – every inch plastered with mud including the inside of mouth. This had easily been the most erotic moment of his life so far. Scraping the mud from his eyes so he could see, he turned Jenny to tell her how amazing that was, but saw Sammy and was momentarily speechless. Sammy's hair was no longer blonde – every strand was caked in thick mud and it was plastered against her head and face. Sammy was scraping mud and her hair away from her eyes, which were thickly coated like the rest of her face, and he could see that her ears were full of mud. His mouth fell open in amazement.
“The further you sank under enjoying yourself, the further Sammy had to follow you in to continue giving you a thrill. You were having so much fun that Sammy had to push her face and then whole head under to be able to keep hold of your cock. I didn't ask her to. She's always been a naughty and very dirty girl, I forget how much sometimes!” explained Jenny, shooting Sammy a disapproving look. Darren stared at Sammy in amazement and lust due to her dirty appearance. “It's not everyday a beautiful 18 year old girl plasters her herself, including her face and hair, in mud just to give you a thoroughly good wanking off,” thought Darren. Sammy laughed, spiting mud from her mouth and continuing to tease mud out of her matted hair, and told Jenny that she's heading back to the house to clean up. “Your next,” Jenny said to Darren, as Sammy trudged away through the filth. “That was great. Thanks Jenny...” Darren said wanting to thank Jenny for such a fantastic experience. But Jenny cut across him, “We've barely started. You're only getting cleaned up so you can fully appreciate the filth that's going to rubbed into every inch of your naked body!”
The stable shower was colder than he would have liked and it took some time for the water, with a little rubbing, to loosen and wash away the mud from his hair and face. A while later he had finished. He looked naked again but grubby and stained in places where the mud had stubbornly kept its grip. However, Jenny felt this was clean enough. Turning off the water she asked, “Are you ready?”
“I think so,” replied Darren not quite sure what he was ready for. It didn't take much trudging across the filthy farm yard toward the barn before he began to feel his cock stiffening due to the the feel of the mud caking his feet and legs all the way up to his knees. As he got closer he began to guess what Jenny had in store for him next. They heading straight for the lane in front of the old barn. As he got closer, he couldn't help turning his nose up at the smell. The smell was familiar, as farmers had spread muck on the fields not far from where he lived, but he wasn't used to being this close and realised just how strong it actually smelt. This is going to be really dirty and he felt apprehensive and unsure whether he wanted to go through with this fantasy or not. He breathed deep and hard as he battled with his thoughts. “This is Paul,” said Jenny reassuringly, almost reading his mind, “you're probably not sure whether you want to do, but trust me, you'll get used to it quicker than you'd think, and once you have, you'll feel so horny you'd do absolutely anything.”
Having begun to feel comfortable in front of Jenny naked, Darren wasn't sure about being naked in front of Paul, who was much tall and broader than him. He hadn't been naked in the presence of another man for years and certainly hadn't shared a sexual experience with one. Following Paul along the path, cheeks red again, Darren found that manure had churned into the mud and was at least 12” deep in places. As he struggled to walk through it, he realised that it had built up in layers – the bottom most layer being the oldest, smellier, thicker and stickier that the rest. With each step that Darren took, his feet disturbed this layer and let off an almighty stench like nothing he had ever smelt before. “Oh my god,” exclaimed Darren taken by surprise by the smell. At this, looking amused, Paul marched where he stood churning the muck with his boots and bringing the old smelly mud from the bottom to the surface. “Down on your hand and knees,” said Paul. Darren froze with fear as he knew what would be coming next. Paul continued, “I'm going to push your head under this muck so you can get a proper smell.”
Darren was trembling, but to his astonishment he was also excited! He got down on his knees and felt his hand stink into the muck. The smell was strong and intoxicating. “I've never done this before,” Darren said in an anxious voice, “does the smell wash off okay?”
Laughing and displaying a little kindness Paul advised, “Yes, after a day or two.” Darren couldn't tell if he was shaking through fear or anticipation. Without warning, he felt Paul's boot push down on his head. With this amount of force baring down on his head there was no doubt that his face was going under the mud. Half a second later he felt the muck pushing against his face and sliding up past his ears and the sensation of continuing down another 6” for good measure.
The smell from the mud filling his nostrils was putrid and shitty. However, after the initial shock of this subsided it began to smell natural and strangely inviting. Pulling his face out of the mud, Darren gasped for air and panted due to the raging hard-on taking his breath away. “You see, we're all just dirty animals in the end – some people fight it, but most will do unspeakable things when aroused” explained Paul almost absent mindedly as he loosened strap to his overalls, so he could pull them down around his waist exposing a mass of dark pubic hair his sizeable cock. Wiping the muck out of his eyes, Darren was fixated by it as it was much bigger and broader than his own. Paul pulled his filthy boot out of the mud and said, “do you want to lick it?”
In his state of arousal, Darren bent forward and ran his tongue along side of Paul's outstretched boot, which was caked with thick smelly muck from the bottom layer, making sure that it filled his mouth. He held it in his mouth for a moment before spitting it out to take another long lick and fill it over again. Paul, enjoying this immensely, then lay down on his front in the filth grinding his now hard cock through the mud. Having got it liberally coated, he got back to his knees and reached out and took the back of Darren's head and guiding it towards his covered cock. Darren didn't resist and closed his eye's as he felt Paul's filthy cock part his lips and fill his mouth. Just as he had with Jenny's fingers, he let it slide in and out of his mouth. Being degraded in this way was sending him through the roof. Feeling Paul stiffen, Darren needed to be dirtier.
He pushed Paul onto his back and pulled his dungarees off over his boot leaving Paul naked from the waist down apart from his boots. Lying back in a deep part of the muck, Paul's bum sank beneath the mud covering his belly up to his chest, so that only his thickly coated knees and boots were showing above the stinking muck. Darren put a hand one each of Paul's knees and parted them as far as they would go. With Paul's legs spread, Darren found Paul's excited cock with his hand beneath the mud and gave it a few firm pulls, which made Paul groan with pleasure. Then taking a deep breath, Darren pushed his face and head under the muck and opened his mouth to allow Paul's cock to slide past his lips. He closed his lips beneath the filth and began to blow Paul's wide cock, which filled his mouth with bitter earthy filth with every lunge, having to come up for air every so often before returning to his duty. As Paul was getting closer to orgasm, he trust is cock deeper and deeper into Darren's mouth, and as he came he held the back of Darren's head as he pumped his load into Darren's throat. Wiping the mud from his eyes, Darren spat the muck from his mouth, but its bitter taste coated his teeth and he could feel the sliminess of Paul's cum mixed in too. This was his first sexual experience with a man, he felt filthy like an animal and loved it.
“Back to the barn, with you,” said Jenny, helping Darren to his feet. Darren had forgot she was there. Trying to read Jenny's expression, he thought she looked proud, which made him feel great. The shower being cold didn't bother him as much this time as he was still buzzing by what he had just done. Cleanish once again, but still smelling like a cows backside, Jenny said, “we've one last surprise for you to try.”
Jenny lead him once again across the farm yard, but this time she was headed towards the pig stys. As he got close the pigsty the smell almost made him gag. “What the hell is that!?!” he exclaimed and held his hand over his mouth. “It's a special mixture of thick mud and pig shit to make sure it's dirtiest experience you'll ever have,” said Jenny defiantly, a little surprised by his reaction. “You've got to be joking, right” Darren replied, having reached his limit. Just then Sammy waded over to them completed naked apart from mud caking her feet to her knees from wading through the farm yard. Darren was speechless once again as Sammy, one of the sexiest girls he had met, was standing in front of him, naked and dirty. He couldn't take his eyes off her inviting pussy, which looked wet beneath her ginger pubs. It took all his self control to suppressing the desire to taste it. “It's all right, I'll go in with him,” she said. Jenny appeared to understood and kissed her cheek. “Have fun dear,” said said before turning and walking back across the yard.
“Are you ready,” Sammy said softly to Darren taking his hand. He still wasn't sure but nodded. As she led him into the sty, each step into the mud sent up waves of stench that took Darren's breath away. Being a country girl, Sammy almost seemed oblivious to the smell – she just bit her lip and looked turned on by it. “I can't believe the smell is not affecting you,” gasped Darren. Sammy took Darren's hand and guided his fingers toward her pussy. It was sodden. “You see, it is,” replied Sammy with a look her eye that said I'm going to fuck you from one side to the other!”
By now they were both up to their knees in the thickest, foulest mud imaginable. Sammy crouched down onto all fours and in low unsteady voice said, “I want you to fuck my into the muck.” Darren, who was already excited by how sexy she looked on all fours with her arms and legs pushed deep under the mud, wasn't about to disappoint her. He knelt down feeling the muck slowly rise to the top of his hips. “Oh no, I've got on my cock,” Darren said horrified that he'd blown the chance to fuck this beauty before him. Sammy turned around and pulled both hands out of the mud. They were unrecognisable and stunk, which only made her giggle. She ran her dirty hands over Darren's cock until it was bolt upright and plastered with thick mud. “Now fuck me,” said instructed as she pushed herself back down on all fours in front of him.
Darren guided his messy cock to her moist opening and pushed it inside. She was tight and, although the mud was slippery, it seemed to grab his cock. Darren moaned with every lunge unable to hold it in. Sammy gyrated her hips enjoying the feeling of being full of dirty cock and lay on the surface of the mud gasping with pleasure. As he pumped away, Sammy pressed her face against the mud. “Careful, that really stinks,” gasped Darren watching Sammy. So Sammy rubbed her nose in, winked, and then pushed her face and whole head under, whilst he continued to pound away at her pussy. Darren almost came watching her disappear below the surface and come back up again plastered in a thick layer of sticking mud. She continued to fuck his cock and arched her back with delight. She pushed her self under again and continued down as far as she come until only her dirty bum was visible above the surface, keeping on grinding Darren's cock the whole time. Darren could barely control himself at feeling her orgasm gripped his cock beneath the mud and watched in awe as she disappear totally beneath the surface before emerging completely unrecognisable from caked in about 6” of filth from head to toe. Instead of scraping it off, Sammy took Darren's cock in her hand and moved her face down to meet it, allowing it to push between her lips. Darren felt the rush as he came close to coming but Sammy had stopped. “You're still clean,” she said softly splitting the mud from her mouth and wiping her eyes.
Darren allowed her to push him onto his back and mount him. It was no good he was about to come and he couldn't hold back. Sensing this, Sammy pushed his head backwards until the thick mud had covered his ears and was touching his cheeks. Darren groaned, the kind only heard during passionate sex, and took a deep breath as he felt Sammy's hand push his head under so that he was fully submerged. It was really thick and stunk terrible. Whilst he couldn't hear or see, he could feel Sammy's tight pussy working his hard cock. He felt something touching his lips and realised that Sammy had pushed her head below the surface and was kissing his mouth through the muck. Coming hard, pumping his load deep into her pussy, he opened his mouth and let Sammy's tongue fill it with mud as she explored his mouth hidden from sight beneath the surface. They both surfaced and had to scrape the filth from their eye's and mouths before being able to beam at each other through filthy teeth. Darren had never seen such a dirty girl before. Her eyes, ears, nose, mouth and pussy were plastered in muck. “I'm sorry, I wanted to cum in your mouth,” apologised Darren.” Sammy put her muddy finger to his lips and said, “Hush, I haven't got any plans for the rest of the afternoon and I have no intention of getting cleaned up without finding out want your cum tastes like with a mouth full of thick muck or how nice your dirty cock feels pounding my arse. If you're feeling really dirty, we could spend the night in the pit like the stinking animals that we are?”
Darren was in no doubt that the reality had beaten his fantasy hands down, whist he rubbed handful after handful of thick muck over Sammy's face, filling her mouth and pushing his fingers in, whilst she fingered herself waiting for him to harden.