---I wrote this back in March of 2010. I write miles better now, just haven't got anything worth posting yet. Oh, wait, how's that make any sense?---

I felt my arms sink into it, it was thick, and it was warm, warm from the sunlight, hopefully soon to be warm from our bodies.

"That... wasn't nice..." he said. He lost a little bit of color from his cheeks.

"Shh." I silenced him, by forcing my tongue on his lips. He didn't open at first. "Open. Dammit, open."

He parted his lips, and I opened my eyes, his eyes were still staring at me, bleakly.

"This is kinda gross." he muttered.

"I know."

I tried kissing him again, and this time, he rubbed his muddy hands on my back, reciprocating. "That's it, Justin. That's it."

I looked again, and his eyes were closed, and he moved one of his legs between mine. I gave a little moan while I kissed him. I wanted to encourage him during this. I embraced him, and he rolled over with a grunt, grabbing me hard.

He kissed me furiously while I was on my back in this muck. I didn't know if he was actually aroused... or just playing along. Either way, I gasped as he nibbled my neck, and slid his wet body against mine. He took my shirt off, tossing it elsewhere, and exposing my breasts. He sat up to look at them.

"Oh, look at those tits..."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He took his shirt off, leaving his pants on, and leaned down on me. The mud hid his legs, squelching with every move he made against it. He took my breasts in his hands, instructing me to touch his crotch. He was rough, perhaps that animal side of him kicked in, slowly pushing the sane one away. Straddling me, he scooped up handfuls of mud and proceeded to rub them on my breasts. As the creamy sludge covered my breasts, I moaned, grabbing his wrists, not wanting him to stop. There were loud sucking sounds as I started bucking my body against his.

"Oh, Justin, yeah, like that, yes, please!" I felt weird saying that... but hell... this must have all been weird for him...

"You like that? You like being a dirty little whore?!"

"Shit, yes!! Yes!!!?"

I saw his hands undo his belt, as he eased himself out of his pants, throwing them... somewhere. It was an exercise, as the mud gripped his legs.

He got to his knees, gritting his teeth. Using his hands to steady himself, it oozed between his fingers, and over his legs, where a low guttural "ungh" was heard from him, seemingly as he realized that this earth would fight back if he tried to fight it.

He put a hand on my chest, forcing me back onto my back as he came and gave me these sopping wet kisses he'd never done before... like... ever. He was always so clean acting... then this...

I pushed him onto his back, and fought my way out of the earth's own cum to get over him. There, I lowered my pussy onto his dick, well lubricated from... everything. He moaned and put his hands on my thighs.

He pumped, and the mud sucked and tugged at his body as he did, he pumped hard as he could. It didn't take long before he was groaning, the realm of an imminent orgasm filling his mind.

I started moaning and bucking against his dick, totally depraved in this sludge, somewhat sickened, but still aroused, feeling it slide over my body... thinking about how I got him into this, how he was still going through with it, much to my surprise. He used my body, grabbing my thighs to hold me. He was rough, and I loved every minute of it.

I felt his dick throb in me, and I knew he was going to come. I didn't want him to just yet, no, I wanted to savor this sick fetish of mine for just a little longer.

I pulled myself from his grasp, turning to face him. Kneeling, I took hold of his dick, licking the head and admiring the precum on it by barely licking, barely sucking. I turned and presented myself to him again, this time, showing him my ass.

"You want that? Huh?" I coaxed. "You want it? Come get it, bitch."

There was a splash of mud into the air as he forced himself into my ass, somewhat lubricated by mud. I screamed, out of pleasure, out of pain, out of depravity. He was snarling as he hunched over me, pounding my ass with his raging hard on.

It was like there was no stopping this guy. I don't know if he just wanted to get it over with, or he actually liked it. His dick told me the latter, the air told me otherwise. I could not tell for the life of me, but I knew that I, for one, was enjoying it. For all I know, he could've been pissed that I'd demeaned him by calling him a bitch and mooning him. If that were the case, I may as well had farted on him too.

It started to rain again, starting as a drizzle before completely evolving into a torrential downpour. It was cold on my skin, and my body shuddered. I turned my head to see him again, but his hair was plastered to his face by rain, matted with a bit of dirt, giving him an almost threatening demeanor. All I did was dig my fingers into the earth before me and moan, nibbling my lip.

The rain began to sluice the earthy sludge from our bodies, and I felt him clench his hands on my hips. I screamed again as I felt his dick relieve itself of its sticky burden in me, expanding and contracting hard. Justin shuddered in rhythm with it before he gave a rough shove, getting him off his dick. He flipped me over, holding his dick in his hands, and grabbed the back of my head, forcing it into my throat.

I gagged hard, and thick rivulets of spit and cum slid past my lips, mingling with the mud and rain as it slipped down my chest. He was using me, I could tell right off the bat... He bucked hard, each thrust slamming the back of my throat. I coughed, and my eyes watered, feeling his previous load gush from my ass.. He pulled out, holding himself, and then he came again.

Three different shots. Thats all I could make out. Three... one landed on my cheek, followed by another, and the last shot straight up the other cheek into my eye. The rest was a trickle I graciously accepted in my mouth, the warm, sweet taste a contrast to the dirt Id been tasting.

I heard his short convulsive breathing. There was cold rain, he had mud all over him, and he couldnt just lay down right there-

Dammit, Rei... he fell to his knees with his head down. I didnt really... act like myself just now, did I...?

I shook my head, smiling.

Did I hurt you?

I shook my head again, but then thought about my butt. Just a little... but its okay... I... had... fun with you...

Justin didnt reply, but got to his feet and made his way to a tree where he stood and peed. My pants are ruined. And Im not getting them.

I saw them out the corner of my eye.

Ill just have to get some out of the clothing we brought with us.

I stood next to him, holding him in the rain, letting it wash us off. Smiling, I was thinking back on what had just happened. I didnt feel too embarrassed anymore, but I did feel a hella weird. I looked at him, while he stared off into the distance, and couldnt help but wonder, what did he think? I knew this was something out of the norm for him, but what had he thought about it?

Shrugging, I decided to let my imagination do the rest, and let the rest of our trip play as it would.