On a warm summers night you walked with some friends to a farmhouse that they have booked for a weeks break. They arrived earlier in the evening and they have not yet told you about its specialist facilities. The 5 of you walked back after dinner at a pub in the nearby village. As a joke they persuaded you to take a shortcut. You walked down the lane knowing that despite the dry day it will be a little muddy. As you reached the bottom of the hill you all started to meet puddles, that you hadn't realised were there. You walked into one and a drunken friend decided to give you a hug, as they stood in the puddle. Your feet felt the water seep into your shoes as the water. about 2 inches deep covers the toe end. The water soaked into your shoes the cold soothing your toes hot from walking cramped in the shoes. The dirty water stained yourr white stockings. Your drunken friend Sara kissed you and suggested that your stockings were probably ruined anyway so you might as well save your shoes. Reluctantly you agree and took them off carrying them in one hand as Sara took the other hand and managed to lead you through all the muddy puddles. At the bottom there was a gateway and the only way through is to walk through all the mud. Your stockings by now were completely brown on the feet and muddy drops splashed all the way up to your knees. Sara led you to the middle, to the worst point where all the water ran to combine with being churned up by the tractor. Her feet also sank into the mud slowly and you both savoured the feeling as the sticky cool mud grasped your feet. Your toes curl as you excitedly enjoyed how it felt. Steve's hands on your shoulders, push you to your knees that also sank into the mud .

"You bastard " you murmur without conviction as he pulled you backwards so you sat in the mud .The damp then wet soaked through the skirt of your dress making your already damp panties very wet. Sara placed her foot gently on your chest and pushed you backwards so you lay in the thick clay mud. Its wet cold clammy ness enveloped you as mud slides between your thighs and around your buttocks. Marie has taken her shoes off and joined Sara as they use their feet to press you down in the mud. They left muddy footprints, including a toeprint on your forehead as they trampled you. Sara used her feet to push your head and hair into the mud


Mike checked for two shovels hidden in the hedge earlier and shovel mud over the front of your dress the weight of mud on you as dirty water soaked your breasts. through the now ruined lime coloured dress. They covered your neck and bare shoulders then each arm and hand. We grinned and smiled as we worked down your body covering your dress reaching your stomach. Steve noticed your legs wide apart so they shoveled mud up inside your dress. Sara and Marie held you still as the boys put mud between your thighs and on your white cotton panties. The cool mud on your hot intimate parts. They continued covering you from head to toe leaving only your nose and eyes exposed You lay there for a minute just luxuriating in your humiliation and feeling the weight of mud. Its the cool pleasure brought erotic thoughts as you watch the girls above you, their feet pressing on you.

Sara got on to all fours over your face and told Mike to take her in rrud. You watch as he pushed her mud soaked dress up and pulled her mud stained panties to one side. She is so excited and he goes on right on fucking her until she collapsed on top of you in the mud.

"Dont stop"Marie yells as Steve pauses as they moved over your face. He entered her their weight on top pressing your down as she writhes in the mud and cries out with joy signalling that he can can let go and cum inside her. Then resting on top of her both trapping you below in the mud.