*The name of the man in this story has been changed because I wrote this without his consent or knowledge. This happened in June 2014 and a couple of times since.


"You HAVE TO go to the quarry with me," said Johnny, his eyes twinkling, pleading, holding a deep secret, a pleasure unknown. "It's so amazing. I can't believe I FOUND it." I had met Johnny five years ago on umd. We both matched interests with *mud* and we both lived in Seattle. I found his pictures very sexy and he found me agreeable as well. We met during the winter season. I had never met anyone with the same fetish before. I thought it would be all magical and we'd have lots to talk about, but it turns out we could barely whisper the words. He and I sat and talked about where our fetish lives intersect and what turns us on. His main interest was quicksand, specifically a scenario of someone sinking in quicksand but being forced to give head, right up to the moment of submersion. My kink is broader, I like slippery things, I like submission and sensory dep/sensory overload. I like trashing old clothes for no reason other than it's fun. I want to be shook out of my daily bore of a life and feel shame, discomfort, humiliation, pain and anger. Since our first time hanging out was in winter, and his thing had only been mud up until then, I made a special day for him to show him you can still get the sensation of mud, even if it's too cold to go outside. I put a kiddie pool in the living room and set up some pies and some pudding. We had lots of fun that day, but I still eagerly looked forward to the first day we'd be able to go check out the mud. Up until that point in my life, the only mud I had played with was some bags of bentonite and kaolin clay I had mixed up at home. The summer heat came roaring in and so I called him. "The mud's great..." he said. "You went out here without me???" I said, punching his arm. "Yeah, yesterday. It was pretty cold, but I wanted to make sure the place was still legit." We parked near a new housing development in the middle of nowhere. We ran along a highway behind some rural commercial space. I carried a towel in a plastic bag with a change of clothes in the bag. I was wearing old clothes on purpose. I WANTED to trash them. We jumped through huge blackberry bushes, getting cut and snagged a little. We hopped over piles and piles of colored stones, laid out by machines in rows like rainbow-colored pyramids. And all of the sudden, there it was: a series of four ponds filled with soft, silky, slippery mud and with crystal clear water in the center of each. The further you got away from the middle, the thicker the mud got. Thicker and thicker until it made huge deep cracks and grooves. I got excited and walked across the rock hard cracks and tempted fate, walking closer and closer to the soft, mucky part. I felt my whole leg get sucked straight down. He shrugged his shoulders, already naked, he walked to a spot in the mud he liked and started stroking his dick. He squinted at me. "I still don't know why you're wearing your clothes!" "I just want to try it," I tell him. "It's an experiment. I'll throw them aside once I've had my fun." I then let myself sink in my blue jeans. The feeling of the cold, wet mud saturating my jeans from the outside in felt great. I looked down and you could barely recognize that my pants even were jeans anymore, the pockets, rivets and detailing completely obscured by a layer of shiny, soft peanut butter colored mud. It was so hard to move. My clothes felt like they weighed 500 lbs. I got frustrated after almost losing my sneakers twice and so I peeled off my clothes and heaved them off into a pile. I suddenly became very interested in what this very, very kinky guy, who appears to be humping the mud. It was so hot to see his butt cheeks and see him facing the other direction masturbating, clearly as turned on as me. I came over and made him face me. I started to dip my hands in the mud and rub the mud up his sides. I covered his happy trail with mud. I was breathing so heavy that I secretly said a prayer, don't let me have a heart attack right here! It was the silkiest mud I've ever felt! II started obsessing on how good the mud felt on his hips and caressing him with my fingertips. I kept telling him to smear mud across my face. No, no, no, no, no. This ruined his quicksand fantasy. No! That ruins it! he said I have this fantasy where the victim is sinking, but they have to give head all the way up to the moment they completely sink and go under. Give head like you're doing it to save your life. Well! This I can do! I played into his fantasyand did what he asked. Can I shove mud up your pussy? Sure! I told him. You like that? I'm gonna fill your pussy with mud and then I'm gonna fuck your mud-filled pussy. He began taking handfuls and pushing the cool mud up inside me. grabbed his cock and put it in my mouth. He instructed me to pretend i was sinking. Mud has buoyancy. You literally can't sink. He told me to pretend to struggle and give him head as if my life depended on it. I grabbed his cock and put it in my mouth. I gave him head and continued to sink, my eyes huge , watching with fascination at how horny he was getting by all this. He was making the funniest little sounds, like the same kind i make when I find the perfect picture to masturbate over. I loved it so I grabbed his hips and started forcing his cock in my mouth harder, making him bang my face with his dick. I made him bang my face until my lips were numb.The mud was up to my chin now. I told him to push me under. I took a deep breath and went all the way under the mud. All the sounds of all the bugs amd birds disappeared while i was under and everything was dark. I came up and still couldn't hear. Nor could I see. I dug the mud out of my ears and hearing returned. I scraped the mud off both of my eyes and looked up at him, desperately horny now. It felt so crazy. I knew for sure I probably looked like a monster or a beast. I jacked his dick off in the slippery mud. I put his muddy cock in my mouth. He tried to stop me "Don't, don't. That's gross. I'm warning you.... OMG that's so hot!" I was so horny that I absolutely didn't care. A minute later, he was right. It was pretty gritty my mouth. But it was already in my mouth, so I just went along with it and continued to open my mouth wide and get mouthfuls of mud and spit it out. He was just as horny as me. I turned around with my backside to him and put my butt in the air for him. He stuck it in, my pussy still filled with mud. I told him to grab my hair, pull my hair. He grabbed handfuls of my filthy, goopy hair and pulled super hard while railing me with his dick in the mud. I heard myself making animal noises, but they didn't sound like they were coming from me! I told him "Push my head under! Again!" I could feel myself tightening inside my vagina. I would muffle screams into the mud with my head under. He told me how interesting it was to feel the mud in my vagina as he fucked me and that he liked it. I thought it felt better without all the mud inside because I couldn't feel his cock as much. Nevertheless, I had never been so turned on. He fucked me harder and harder. He was so excited, too. He asked if he could put it in my ass. Sure, yeah, I told him. We stopped a couple of times so that he didn't cum too soon. I stuck my ass in the air, our bodies floating in the mud, no gravity to hold us down. I was at a perfect 90 degree angle. Off and on while he was railing me from behind, I faceplanted far and deep underneath as long as I could hold my breath. We did this over and over again. We would swim to the middle into the clear, clean water to clean ourselves off every time my eyes got itchy and then go right back and get muddy again. I was in such ecstacy, I really felt like I was tripping acid. Everything seemed so bright and alive. We fucked and sucked each other till we were sore. The only small disappointment for me was that he wouldn't let me get him all the way messy, but that's a small complaint. Not my hair! he said. Awwww. I had fun, anyway. We stayed until it was starting to get dark and cold. We used a water bottle we had brought along to skim water off the top and used it to shower ourselves off with. It worked. We found our dry clothes and sadly said goodbye to the quarry. We went out for Whoppers afterward at Burger King, famished after the amount of energy we spent all day out there. He dropped me off at my house. My legs like rubber, we went into the house and made out for a minute, both still love-drunk horny and high from euphoria. He left. I told him to DEFINITELY call me the next time he went out there. And that's how I got to go to the quarry for the first time and my first time in outdoor mud.