Darcie at Mud Fest

(Author's Note: I've never personally been to Louisiana Mud Fest. I know it's a big party with lots of trucks and ATV's in the mud, but I'm going to take a little license to make this story more interesting.)

I could tell as soon as we got there that Friday evening that this Louisiana Mud Fest was going to be a bit different than others I'd been to. Oh there was the giant pit filled waist deep to deeper with mud just daring people to run their trucks through it and there was the narrow run where more than once I'd swallowed mud while being pulled through it on an inner tube behind a truck. However this year they had added a few attractions. Some we knew about and had packed accordingly for, but others were a surprise.

We arrived around six in the evening. We got some ribbing when we registered for obviously playing in the mud earlier since we were still in the ruined clothes we wore mud-sliding and swimming. They were still damp when we got there, but we didn't look the worst by far. Trucks weren't allowed in the pit and runs on Friday but that didn't stop people from diving and sliding themselves.

We went to work and quickly found a campsite and set up our tents. We staked out a spot that would accommodate a few more and Brad's camper. After hot dogs and French fries from a concession, Beth and I decided we'd been somewhat clean long enough and took the kids over for a swim through the big mud pit. I figured it was my duty to be covered in mud when my husband arrived.

As everyone filtered in, we abducted the women and pulled them down into the mud with us. I'm not going into great detail since this was just fooling around. Anyway as soon as everyone was present, all of us women got a quick bath from the fire hose and went over to the carnival area to sign up for one of the organized events that would run throughout the weekend. I ended up back in the mud one more time when after I'd helped him take the top and sunroof off the Blazer, Jim thought the evening needed a moonlight swim. Unfortunately there was no water nearby, just the big mud pit. But by that point, there was a nice smooth mud-slide pressed into the bank, just perfect for head-first plunges into the brown soup. We were far from the only ones out there. Even though it was dark, as we approached I heard Samantha's distinctive scream. Jacob was shoving her down the mud slide. I was still in my ruined crop top and jeans, but I thought sure I'd seen Sammy headed off to the showers earlier.

Oh you are so going to get it, Jake! I heard Samantha yelling as she climbed up the muddy bank. I only recognized her by her voice since all you could see of her were her teeth and the whites of her eyes. Everything else was a brown blob. However as I got closer I could tell that she was definitely dressed differently than earlier. When I got close enough to see what she was wearing I had to giggle. Jacob had dunked her in the mud wearing women's shorty pajamas. They consisted of short-shorts with frilly bottoms and a tank top that had the same frills around the neck and arm holes. No telling what color they originally were. Now they were mud brown.

Jim and I were both laughing when she saw us. Stop it! she commanded. However she couldn't hide the laughter cracking through her voice. A few years ago she would have been pissed as hell. Hell, a few years ago she wouldn't have come near this place. She had really lightened up. Look what your asshole brother did to me! she went on, throwing her arms out to the sides for emphasis.

Well you are at Mud Fest, I teased.

I can see that you're going to be no help! she declared with her hands on her hips. I was trying to go to bed and had just got out of the showers and now look at me!

All ready to play in the mud some more, I commented, seeing that my very muddy brother was sneaking up behind her.

What? Oh no! she cried when he grabbed her around the waist. He dragged her back over to where the slide was. Fine! You win! she relented when he put her down. She stepped back a few feet, got a bit of a running start and dropped face-first onto the slide to disappear under the brown glop at the bottom.

Me next! I declared, shoving Jacob out of the way. My clothes were dingy brown and still wet from earlier. I still had mud between my underwear and skin despite being on the receiving end of the fire hose earlier. I got a good running start and dropped onto the smooth mud-slide. The ride lasted less than two seconds before I was face-planted into the gooey brown soup and slipping under. The viscosity popped me right up and I could float easily with my head sticking up. I got my eyes open and could see Samantha floating on her back near me.

You don't look too mad anymore, I teased her.

I figure I have no right to get mad since I knew what I was in for when I said I'd come here, she replied. Jacob is still pushing it though throwing me in here in my PJ's right after getting clean.

I just want to have fun with you, Jacob said. He and Jim had just slid into the muck from the slide and were as covered as Sammy and I were. He pulled her up standing and ran a hand through mud-matted hair. Samantha didn't offer any resistance.

I know, but you've left me with nothing to wear for bed tonight! she said with a sly flip of her eyebrows.

That was the idea, Jacob replied.

Samantha nodded her head and puckered her lips up into a silent Ooooo. I see, she said. I suppose getting all muddy does have its advantages. She blew a kiss at him and then wrinkled up her nose to spit out a little mud that got in her mouth. And a few disadvantages, she added with a giggle. She led Jacob off into the darkness, but we saw them both lie back in the mud through the moon light to float holding hands.

I wanted to play however. I led Jim back up the side of the mud hole to throw ourselves back down the slide several times before we finally got out. We made our way over to the fire hoses and took turns blasting each other to get the heavy coating off. We gathered up our shower stuff from our tent and headed for the bathhouse. I walked straight into the warm water still in my clothes. I washed my hair three times and then peeled off my top and jeans. Mud was caked both inside and outside my bra and panties, undoubtedly some of it left over from playing in Shreveport that afternoon. I stripped them off and took my time washing until I felt clean for the first time since lunch. Not that I'm complaining mind you. I like the mud.

The girls had already showered and headed to their tent. We headed to ours to get ready for the next day. I know you'd all like to hear how being muddy nearly the whole day torqued me up so badly that we did it all night, but in reality with all of the driving and playing, I was exhausted and fell asleep before my head hit the pillow.

We got up early the next morning, our whole group. We ladies had signed up for something that was going to keep us busy in the afternoon so we wanted to make sure we hit the mud runs as soon as they opened to get plenty of chances to get the trucks, ATV's and us good and dirty.

Jim couldn't wait to make the first run with the Blazer.

C'mon! C'mon! he urged, dressed in a gray muscle shirt, cut-offs and his rattiest sneakers with no socks.

We're coming. We're coming, I replied. I led the girls toward the Blazer wearing a pair of blue cotton volley shorts, a form-fitting camisole and my damp shoes from yesterday. My top was a thick stretch material and looked a little like a tube top with spaghetti straps. It was bright red and opaque when soaked, so I didn't see any reason to wreck a strapless bra. Besides, it left one less layer for the mud to make it through before it got to my boobs when it worked its way into my clothes.

The girls all hopped onto the back bumper and climbed over the tailgate and then over the back seat. Jim and I took our places in the driver and passenger seats, respectively, and we headed off toward the big mud pit where we'd had so much fun last night. The top was off, the sun roof was out and the windows were rolled down. It was time to get dirty!

We waited our turn to drive down the ramp. Jim gave it the gas and spun the tires in the sloppy mud that surrounded the big pit. There were people standing around their trucks and we gave them all a mud shower while the girls screamed in the back at what the tires were kicking up into the Blazer itself. They hadn't seen anything yet. We roared down the ramp and I joined the girls' screams in anticipation of what was coming.

Let's get MUDDY! Jim shouted just before the Blazer's front end dipped under the surface of the soupy brown mess that filled the nearly 2 acre open mud pit. It was dvu. A brown wave swept over the hood and up the windshield. Jim and I went from clean to dirty instantly when some of the wave poured through the open sunroof over our heads. A split-second later it was the girls' turn and I heard the wall of mud splatter the three of them and their screams of laughter at getting instantly sloppy. Jim slowed and then punched it sending rooster tails of mud into the air.

We saw Robert and Debbie and pulled up next to them.

You truly haven't changed, Robert said. He and Debbie were as muddied as we were and looked like they were in seventh heaven. They were on our passenger side and Robert floored their Jeep Wrangler and then cut it away from us. I made no attempt to hide from their attack. Their muddy rooster tale splattered our passenger side, the girls in the back and me as I sat grinning through the open window with my eyes clenched shut. They do their best here to sift out any rocks from the mud and thankfully they do a good job because all I got was a hard mud shower.

Jim was chuckling at me and when I turned around to face him, still covered and with my eyes clenched shut, he burst out laughing. He said I looked like a melting chocolate bunny. My entire front was covered in layers of the soupy mud. Paula was sitting on my side in the back and looked about as bad. The other girls had used her as a shield.

Dad! Don't let them do that to us! Paula shouted.

You're the boss, Jim replied.

We chased them down and got them cornered in front of us. Their passenger side was turned to us and Jim threw the Blazer into reverse and punched it. With a comical pout on her face, Debbie sat there and submissively accepted our revenge. She was wearing cut offs and a ribbed tank top but in a second you couldn't tell. At least I had the door to somewhat protect me. Robert had taken the Jeep's top off and removed the doors exposing them both.

Debbie wiped her face when Jim quit spinning our tires and then ran her hands up through her thoroughly mud-matted hair.

How do I look as a brunette? she shouted. Her natural blond had disappeared and was replaced with a muddy brown mess on the top of her head and streaming down her back. .

Eventually everyone in our little camp was out there. Jim had managed to get both ATV's and the Gator onto the trailer. Ashley sped around on one of the ATV's. Steven rode around on the other and Beth drove Ian around in the Gator. Brad drove his pickup with Jacob riding shotgun. Danielle talked Samantha into climbing into the bed with Little Brad and Lizzie instead of the safety of the extended cab's back seat. After an hour of attacking each other with rooster tails, we had all had so much fun we could taste it, literally! Besides getting generous amounts in my mouth, lots of mud had seeped down my tight top. All I had to do was wiggle my boobs to get it to slither against the fabric. Did it ever feel good!

After lunch it was time for the special event we'd all signed up for. It was the Mud Queen contest. Yes, I know I was already crowned the Mud Goddess years ago, but this sounded like fun. It was open to any women present, eighteen and over so Ashley had signed up and Peter arrived late but just in time to cheer her on. We even twisted Samantha's arm into entering the contest with us, but it was taking less and less twisting to convince her to join our crazy stunts.

All of us girls got doused with the fire hose and then showered off to get ready. There were several rounds and several costume changes requiring clean up between each one. The first event was the wet and muddy t-shirt contest. By the way, don't mention anything to my mom about this. Despite her example to Ashley and me jiggling in her wet shirt around my dad after swimming in the pond, she still probably would not have totally approved me letting Ashley in the contest.

Ashley, Debbie, Danielle, Samantha, Beth and I all had a similar strategy. We'd all bought white t-shirts that were at least a size too small. I cut out the sleeves and the collar and cut off the bottom so it hung off the bottom of my boobs and didn't touch my stomach. I paired it with a pair of hot pink booty shorts over black panties. After I got dressed, I ripped the front of the shirt down a little to show off some more cleavage.

You look like a prostitute, Jim commented stifling a snicker when I emerged from our tent.

That's the look that wins wet t-shirt contests, I replied.

Trust me. I didn't look any sluttier than anyone else in the contest. There were about forty women in the contest to start. Each round would eliminate a few. They lined us up and turned the fire hoses on us while the music blared. We strutted our stuff for the first phase. As expected, the brand new men's white shirt went completely transparent leaving my assets for all to see. The booty shorts were also far from opaque when soaking wet so I made sure to spin around several times getting every inch of the little fabric covering my body good and drenched. I'm sure the panties showing through helped me move on to the next round, which of course was the muddy t-shirt contest. Judges came around and pied ten women with mud pies to indicate that they were eliminated.

My sister, sisters-in-law, friends and I all made it to the next round. It was a repeat of our battles that morning. They lined us up on the ramp down to the big mud pit five at a time, and then two trucks facing away from us made several wheel spin starts and covered us in a coating of brown, silty muck. I turned to the judges and crowd and blew kisses and smoothed the mud over my front while the trucks covered my back the same way. I primped and preened my mud-matted hair and shook all my assets for the audience.

Samantha and Danielle both took a mud pie in the kisser at the end of that round. Those of us who made it were the ones who played up the most to the crowd. Samantha, God love her, is still a little shy and Danielle began to play down the sexiness when she saw her kids watching. Beth, on the other hand, didn't let it bother her one bit. She turned her back to the crowd and ground handfuls of the gooey mud into the seat of her thin nylon running shorts even though Steven had Ian there cheering her on. The twenty of us who made it through that round all let out a girls gone wild woo hoo! and ran down the ramp to plunge in the mud and wrestle.

Ladies, please! the announcer said. The mud wrestling is in a later round! You're not going to get any points for it now.

Awww, we all cried and trudged back up the ramp. Beth and I started to jog and purposely slipped to fall face-first in the wet mud that now coated the ramp from trucks and ATV's going up and down. I can't help it. Once I'm covered, I just want more! Other ladies followed our example.

We had a cleanup and wardrobe change break after that round. It was the contestants on parade round and one of the reasons we'd done some specific packing. The theme of the round was dress to impress. I'd originally planned to save one of my work suits back until Ashley told all of us about a place that rented gowns for proms and weddings that was disposing of a bunch of dresses that were a couple of years old for pennies on the dollar. We'd all gone and bought at least two, one for this round and one for whatever might happen in the future. Beth, Debbie and I all bought several, concentrating on colors that went well with cream pies and slime. (Hint of things to come!) Ashley, Debbie, Beth and I hosed off, showered again and got our outfits. After letting my hair dry in the sun some, I put it up into a bun and got into my dress. It was a gaudy bright green satin formal. It was off the shoulder on my left side and went over the shoulder on my right. It came up my boobs just high enough to conceal a strapless bra. There was a huge green bow sewn to the waist on my left side. It again reminded me of the dresses on the Bridesmaids poster because of its pencil skirt bottom. The place where I got it threw in a pair of matching pleather high-heel sandals for free.

Jim had just finished inflating my throne as I stepped out of the tent. He tied a rope to the inner tube and the other end to the Blazer's trailer hitch and tossed the tube up in the bed. He and the girls piled in but I walked so I wouldn't get my new dress dirty (ha ha).

Our next contestant, Darcie, will pass in review accompanied by her escorts, the announcer said when it was my turn. Jim took my inner tube out of the bed and stretched the rope out tight before placing the tube on the ground. I took a seat on my throne and Jim climbed into the driver's seat. He gunned the engine once, put it in gear and laid on the gas. A wall of mud obscured the Blazer from my vision before it splattered me head to toe and with my eyes closed I felt myself moving forward. Jim drug me through the trench and the layers of mud covering me and my formal increased exponentially. I heard the crowd cheering through my mud-clogged ears.

Mud poured down the front of my dress and into my strapless bra. I was sitting in the inner tube with my legs spread apart and soupy mud rippled over the front of the tube as I skimmed over the surface. It landed on my legs and even found its way up my dress to tickle my inner thighs and hit my panties' crotch right in a most sensitive area. It was very stimulating. I never knew you could use a mud spray as a vibrator before!

We reached the end of the trench and Jim stopped. I had a hard time standing up in the dress, especially in my current state of arousal, so I simply rolled out and face-planted myself in the six-inch-deep soupy mud. Face-planting myself in mud was becoming my specialty. That little dip helped cool me down too. I rolled over, sat up and took the pins out of my bun to let my hair fall and then flopped back to dip my hair in the mucky soup. If I could have just stayed there lying on my back, I would have.

The crowd was cheering and laughing, just like they'd cheered and laughed at every other contestant who had let herself be dressed up and drug through the mud. I stood up and waved and then got in the Blazer to drive back up to the reviewing stand.

Beth went right after I did, Debbie a few after her and Ashley was one of the last. Debbie and Beth had the same predicament that I did but I never asked Ashley about it. They lined we twenty semi-finalists up to announce who was moving on. A few women had gone in front of the fire hoses, but none of the five of us did. This was Mud Fest. Being clean just wasn't cool.

I saw a pattern forming as the judges came down the line eliminating people with mud pies. The ones who were moving on looked to be in the eighteen to twenty-one crowd and unmarried so it was no surprise when they plastered Debbie, Beth and finally me with huge mud pies. We didn't really care. We had just signed up because it sounded like a way to have fun in the mud. The judge decked me in the face with a big grin on his and I took a bow to the crowd before I stepped out of line. At least Ashley made the final eight.

The other seven ladies eliminated went off to change but Beth, Debbie and I left our now ruined and ratty formals on. We would just end up back in the mud in anything we changed into anyway and we all wanted to stay and cheer Ashley on.

The final round to determine the winner was mud wrestling. After a hose-down and another costume change, the women were paired off into four pairs to wrestle in best-of-three matches until there were four left, then two and finally one. Ashley was in an outfit similar to what she wore for the wet and muddy t-shirt contest, cut up t-shirt and cut offs. However this time a black bra was visible through her ripped out arm holes and under the white fabric.

Growing up with two older brothers, we'd both learned how to wrestle. She did really well and ended up in the final match. The two unrecognizable girls squared off in the mud pit for their third round after each winning one. Ashley's opponent looked like she really wanted to win. We'd all signed up just for fun, but having gotten as far as she had, we could tell that Ashley really wanted to win too. This round really wasn't shaping up to be a friendly competition if you know what I mean. There was a lot of throwing mud in each other's faces and trying to rub it in eyes. Ashley gave as good as she got.

It looked like it was never going to end with each girl getting the upper hand on the other and then the other breaking free. Ashley had her opponent in a head lock, but she got one arm free. The only thing in her reach was Ashley's top. She'd cut a little cleavage slit like I had in mine for the wet and muddy t-shirt contest and her opponent grabbed the shirt there and pulled. Despite the sound of shredding cotton, Ashley wouldn't loosen her grip. The cut up t-shirt finally gave up the struggle and ripped from Ashley's torso, waving in her opponent's hand like a flag. Lucky Ashley had put on a bra. She was so muddy that you really couldn't tell it was underwear and not a bathing suit. However anyone who knew us knew that we'd never be caught in a bathing suit.

That's it! Ashley screamed. Somehow she was able to grab the other girl around the waist from the back and lift her off her feet. Eat it! she cried and slammed her opponent face-first into the mud, splashing it everywhere. Ashley immediately pounced on her and got a grip despite the slippery mud. She rolled the other girl onto her back and the referee counted her out. Ashley had won and was the Mud Queen!

A real Billy-Bob looking fellow approached with a tiara. I saw the referee ask Ashley something and she just shook her head No. She later told me he'd asked if she wanted to go put a shirt on before they awarded her the prize. She said she figured that everyone had seen her bra by now so what did it matter? All you could see was mud anyway.

Billy-Bob held up the tiara and said, He now have our new 'Mud Queen', Miss Ashley Moore! and placed it in her muddy mop of hair.

We all cheered, Peter the loudest.

Now we'll give our new Mud Queen a muddy royal salute! Billy-Bob shouted.

They led Ashley to where four trucks were backed up toward each other forming a cross and put her directly in the center. Billy-Bob told us to count down from 10 and when we got to zero, the four trucks all punched it and plastered Ash from four sides with even more mud. She threw her head back and her arms out to embrace it and love every second of it.

She looked like the Swamp Thing when they were done with her. I was the first to rush up and give her a congratulatory hug seeing as how I was still in my destroyed formal and was nearly as covered as she was. After friends and family got to congratulate her, they asked her to pose for pictures. Most of them were tame, but a few people played Trash the Queen and plastered her with mud pies or dumped buckets of the slimy glop from the truck pit over her head. She took it like the good sport she is, but oh how I wish that was me!

After it all died down, Ash went off to find a shirt and then played on one of the ATV's with Peter.

You ever going to get out of that dress? Jim asked me.

Why hell no! I replied. I like this dress. I also had an ulterior motive for wanting to keep it on.

So many people were playing in the mud pit after the beauty contest that they decided to keep it closed to vehicles for the rest of the afternoon. Jim and the girls inflated some more inner tubes and we went out in the soupy mess to swim. Being the best dressed I was the target of several dunkings. I loved it. You should know by now that once I'm a mess, I like to stay that way.

We all got under the fire hoses to wash off for dinner. We cooked out and all ate together. Beth, Debbie and I were all still in our dresses and the kids and the guys all thought we needed more decoration than just the mud stains. We endured getting squirted with mustard and ketchup. We got baked beans, potato salad and Jell-o salad flicked at us, a lot of it aimed at our cleavage. The final indignity came when we were told to close our eyes for a surprise dessert. We sat there eyes closed and got our dessert Kool Whip pies in the face. I simply cleared my eyes and mouth and sat there letting it drip down my front while I enjoyed my real dessert, chocolate cake.

It was time for my ulterior motive. I asked Jim if he could pull me through the mud run a few more times before it got dark. He didn't know about what happened the first time during the contest. We got in line at the start. I left my shoes in the Blazer and took a seat in the inner tube tied to the bumper. Jim took off and I let my legs fly open. Once again the mud being thrown from the wheels and slipping over the front of the tube stimulated my private parts. After several runs, I was having a hard time standing up or hiding my arousal. Luckily they shut it down because it was getting dark or I might have just had to let go and have an orgasm riding the tube.

Jim didn't drive back to our camp site. Instead he stopped near the ramp down into the big mud pit. A few people were left playing out there in the dark. He yanked me out of the passenger side and threw me over his shoulder to run down the ramp. I screamed to make it look good, but I really, REALLY wanted him to just slam me in the mud. He didn't disappoint. He splattered in face first and took me under with him. I got forced to sit down in the muck. It was up to my boobs. Jim smeared handful after handful of the soupy brown mud in my hair. I was still hot from earlier and he was making me hotter. Finally I couldn't stand it anymore. I looked around and spotted an area with no people around. It had gotten dark pretty quick tonight as clouds were moving in.

I led Jim through the mud by the hand. The spot I'd found was a little deeper than where we'd been.

Sit, I commanded.

He looked at me sideways but did as I said. The depth was perfect. The mud came up above his chest. I reached under the mud and found where his cut off shorts buttoned.

What are you up to? he asked as I worked his fly down. It was a little sticky thanks to being clogged with mud and he could have gotten away had he wanted to, but he sat there grinning.

I think you know, I replied and grabbed both sides of his underwear's fly to rip them wide open. It wasn't like he'd ever want to wear these grimy things again anyway. Just like I'd hoped, his cock was already erect. I grasped it and used the mud to lubricate my gentle strokes. I knew it would work since well, you know, I've done this before

That's what I figured, he said smiling and leaned back to enjoy my hand job. But that wasn't all I had in mind. I was really turned on by my pussy getting sprayed with mud remember.

I stopped and held up a finger when he started to protest. I very deliberately reached up my skirt and grabbed my own underwear by the crotch. Yanking them made a very audible ripping noise despite the thick mud coating.

I stepped one foot over him to stand straddling him. For just an instant I had a thought that what I was about to do was a little gross. However I was well aware that one way or another I was going to get mud in places where mud didn't belong this weekend so I had come prepared with certain hygiene products. I don't want to gross anyone out so that is all I will say.

I started to crouch down.

You're really going for it! he said. You sure you want to do this outside?

Well I sure don't want to track mud all over the inside of our tent! I replied. I did love playing in the mud, but I sort of wanted to be clean while we slept.

I kept bending my knees and my bare pussy slipped under the soupy surface. It felt differently than when it had been in my panties, even with my panties filled with mud. I liked it. I would definitely be going in the bog in a skirt with no panties at home!

I reached down and grabbed Jim's manhood and guided it into its destination. I'd taken it covered in pie many times, but this was the first time covered in mud. I was dripping wet already down there and sliding over it made me gasp. I began to thrust up and down. Jim began to breathe hard very quickly. He was having the same reaction I was. The silty grit was stimulating our most sensitive areas. It was like thousands of love beads sliding between us. Despite our faces being coated in the soupy muck, I shoved my lips onto his and he didn't resist. I've always said that you're not really having fun playing in the mud until you can taste it.

Jim ran his hands through my thoroughly mud-matted hair. The grit massaged my scalp and amplified what it was doing to my pussy. We pulled out of our kiss for a second to spit mud from our mouths and then locked together again.

This was quickly becoming the sort of sex that you get so into that anything could happen and you wouldn't care. Jim sensed that and decided to take advantage of it. His hands went from my hair down my back to stop on my dress's zipper.

Mmm, mmm, I groaned in a pathetic protest.

Mmm, hmm, he groaned back and soon I felt the zipper slipping down. I reached back and fumbled with his hands but didn't put up much of a fight as he got it all the way down. I hoped maybe he would just massage my bare back with mud but it wasn't going to be like that.

I was pumping up and down on him for all I was worth, trying to keep Jim distracted, but it was no use. He began to tug on the dress's single shoulder strap.

Uhh, uhh, I pleaded.

Uhh, huh! he countered. I fought for a minute or so, but his persistence paid off and I finally gave in and dropped my right arm so the dress would fall from my front. Jim shoved it deep under the mud into a wad.

I didn't do anything to stop his next move. He reached up under my skirt and found one of the seams on the side of my ripped out panties. I felt them come apart under his tearing and he let them sink under the surface of the mud next to us. Why fight that? I'd already ripped them open.

He seemed content with that for a while. He did start to massage my back with mud, but after a couple of minutes, his hands found my bra clasp and he decided to be naughty again. (Like I had room to call him naughty.)

No! Please don't, I pulled out of our muddy kiss and pleaded when he undid one of the three buckles.

Sorry, but a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, he replied and undid the second. I fumbled behind my back again but I was way too into thrusting on that marvelous cock and getting my clit massaged by the mud to put up any kind of a fight.

Guess I asked for it, I relented when I felt the last clasp buckle come free. I groaned through our deep kissing when I saw him toss the bra away instead of keeping it close by so I could put it on again. The dress wasn't lined and satin tended to cling when wet. However I only had a second to dwell on that before his hands worked their way around in front and began to massage my bare tits.

Oh fuck it! I exclaimed. Just yank the damned dress over my head and take it off!

If you say so! Jim replied and I felt the dress slide up out of the mud and go over my head.

But don't you dare toss it away! I scolded. Jim chuckled and dropped it next to him where it floated on the surface of the mud. I was muddy and totally naked now, and all I could do was keep thrusting on his manhood.

It wasn't the first time I'd been stripped naked outdoors by this guy and judging by our history, it wouldn't be the last. However being out here in the open, butt-naked and going at him for all I was worth turned me on like you wouldn't believe. I felt myself clutching. Jim acted like he was going to try to let me cum and keep going, but I must have just been too much woman for him. He gave in and let his juices mix with the mud that had gotten itself worked up in me. We came down from our mutual orgasm high, giggling to each other and for the first time in a while finally looked to see if anyone was watching us. If they had been, they were gone now.

I leaned back and gestured to my nakedness. Did you have fun yanking all of my clothes off?

I always have fun yanking all of your clothes off, he replied.

Well as much as the mud might hide the fact that I'm naked, can I at least put my dress back on now? I'm sure you lost my bra.

I suppose so, Jim replied. I'd be lonesome the rest of the weekend if you got arrested for public nudity.

We'd been so preoccupied that we hadn't noticed that the cloud-over had become a steady rain. I pulled my dress back over my head and Jim zipped me back up. The rain had turned all of the dirt everywhere into mud and we couldn't resist making some mud-slides on our way over to the fire hoses.

Getting hosed off posed a new problem. Satin is very thin and the dress had no lining. My nipples poked through the fabric like it was a second skin once I got most of the mud rinsed off. However I really didn't care at this point. We got our bath stuff and spent an hour in the showers. Too bad the men's and women's were separated.

I wrung out the green gown and wore it through the rain back to the tent. Once inside, I threw it out of the tent flap. I didn't need clothes because as expected, he let me have it again, Being naked all night also made sleeping in the water puddle caused by a leaky tent not seem so bad. Lucky thing we kept our stuff in the car.

We spent Sunday doing runs through the pit and dragging the girls through the mud slide on the inner tube. I finally even got to drive! We left early on Monday so we could stop at the park in Shreveport and my husband could throw me off the bridge into the pond. Another summer had drawn to a close, but we'd had the most fun wedding ever and we still had plenty of warm weather left for crazy fun.