Hello pretty people of the internet, I bring to you a story of mud. mostly mud. A little bit of feet. Be messy, be perverts.

Much love,

Noel

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Noel was, as usual, wandering their property looking for mud. Their socked feet sank into shallow puddles and squishy patches along the stream bed covered by leaves. Fall was in full swing but a few warm days lured them out for one more outdoor wallow. They wore leggings and striped knee socks, still feeling a little chilly in the high 60s temperatures. Nudging a couple branches out of their way, Noel pressed on toward a spot they knew would have the best mud for their purposes.

Not long after the branches the somewhat soft soil gave way, swallowing their foot. Noel groaned softly, "oh yes, that's it."

Noel, driven by their desire, took another step into a puddle and their foot, ankle, and calf disappeared into it with the most delicious slopping sound. Noel grinned from ear to ear, feeling butterflies in their stomach and stirring in their loins. Taking another step was just as fruitful, the mud crawling up their calf, the wetness of the surface being replaced with the thick yielding muck below the surface. Water rushed in, staining the white stripes of their socks a gross brown. For a moment the burbling of the stream and chirping of the birds distracted them as they stood in the mud. They closed their eyes and took a deep breath, the smell of the depths of the mud tickling the part of their brain that yearned for swamp-scented candles.
Taking another step the slurry slid over their knees. In the depths around their feet it was still chilly from the night before and a shiver ran up their spine. Noel took a few deep breaths before slowly lowering themselves down, the mud cradling first their thighs, then their soft butt, their flesh straining against the tight fabric of the leggings. They felt the cool wetness seeping through the fabric as the leaves they lowered themselves onto gave way to yielding mud and stagnant water.

Driving their hips deeper, they pulled their feet up so they were kneeling, supported only by their legs spread wide and the resistance of the yearning mud. They felt the sun warmed surface gracefully touch their inner thighs as they slowly gyrated their hips, working ever deeper into the sucking mire. Orange and yellow leaves were a sharp contrast to the dark hues of the mud as they churned it. They wiggled their toes, feeling the muck ooze around their socks and the deep stinking mud suck at their toes greedily.

Reaching a hand down, Noel scooped up a handful of the surface muck, dark brown water running between their fingers, and down the pale flesh of their forearm. They plopped the handful of swamp slop down their shirt, staining the light blue fabric a dirty brown-black. They groaned, pulling the hair tie out of their hair with their clean hand, shaking loose their shoulder length dark hair.

Noel pumped their legs in the pit, feeling the mud slide around their feet and calves, sucking greedily at their thighs and straining leggings. Their cock reacted to every lap of muddy water that splashed over the bulge in their leggings. With one hand filling their shirt, they pulled greedily at the waistband of the leggings, letting the mess slide from their fitted shirt down toward their dick. Their back arched as the cool mud dropped in, slowly adjusting to their body temperature.

Noel leaned back, feeling their hair gain weight as it lowered into the water. They felt their shirt stick to their back and the mud in their leggings shift as they laid back into the swamp. They spread their arms wide, slogging through several inches of mud hidden just below the surface of the water. Their hair squished into the mud as they started to roll, the leaves on the surface quickly squished down into the swamp, as their clothes were coated in ever thicker layers of light and dark brown slop.

Laying on their stomach they splashed their feet, sending small jolts through the mud as they felt dollops splatter over their legs and butt. Their shirt grew heavier as it soaked up the water and the smell of the swamp. They rolled over and sat up, shaking their upper body, which dislodged some of the mud from their shirt, but served only to drive their butt down in the mud.

"Oh yes baby, time for some fun." they grabbed the hem of their shirt and lifted it over their head, a large dollop falling on their nose. They plopped their hands into the mud and drew two handfuls up over their chest, their nipples stiffening against the slime. Their hands drifted higher, bringing the last of the muck in their hands around their neck. They let themselves fall back with a sludgy splash, running the watery mud through their hair. They pumped their legs, feeling it rush passed their feet. Gyrating their hips, they felt the strain in their crotch.

Noel arched their back, pushing their leggings and panties down, revealing their milky skin, barely streaked at all. They plunged their doughy ass back down with a sucking splash, gasping as the churned mud swept over their balls. They pulled the leggings of, being careful to keep their socks on. They pulled the now totally ruined socks back up to their knees.

Their sigh was rivaled only by their moan as they plunged their hips deeper, working the mud around their shaft with one hand while teasing their hole with the other. Their hips bucked as they rolled over, the slosh and squish of the mud filling their ears as their breath came hot and heavy. They took a deep breath and plunged their head into the welcoming ooze. Their hearing disappeared as they pressed their head in deeper.

As they burst to the surface they sucked in a deep breath. Clearing their nose and eyes they sat and smiled, breathing in the deep swampy stink. They looked at their hands and chest as it slowly dripped with the deep black mud. Noel rolled back their legs crossing beneath them as their hand went to their shaft, working the soft mud up and down. Noel paused after a few minutes and crawled - or more slithered - through the mud toward a small bag they had brought with them. From it they pulled a vibrator with a flared base. They dipped it into the mud and positioned themselves, ass in the air and their cheek submerged in the mud. They pressed it against their hole and relaxed with a hot breath, pressing it inside. They tapped the base and it sent shockwaves of vibration through them, growing the warmth in their loins to a fever pitch.

Noel, driven by the vibrator and their out of control lust for being as messy, bucked their hips in the ooze as it swallowed their legs, then their waist, and began climbing their supple belly which was unrecognizably covered. As their orgasm approached their back arched, dipping the tops of their matted hair into the mud. The surface undulated, sloshing back and forth as they slammed their hips back and forth, stroking their shaft as they went. Their other hand swept armfuls of stinking swamp filth up over their chest and face. As their climax neared they plunged forward once again, sucking in a deep breath on their way down.

As they submerged, their cheeks burned with heat, the mud insulating them against the cooling breeze. Around them the slop had warmed to their elevated body temperature as they writhed and cooed. Beneath the mud, their penis ceased and the waves of orgasm swept over their body, immobilizing them. As they felt the pulses of their orgasm shoot through their shaft they curled their toes, feeling the gentle squish.

Oh to be fucked senseless in this, they thought, their desire consuming every bit of them.

As they ran out of air, their lungs burning, they relaxed and let out a long breath causing the mud to bubble sporadically. When their head poked out they took a gasp of air and lay half submerged in the slop, bathing in the afterglow of their orgasm. They rolled over slowly, lifting their feet above the surface and wiggling their toes. Muck dripped from them in heavy drops and they smiled, loving the feelings, like a thousand tongues licking every part of their body.

It was painful to pull themselves out, but they did, and collected their ruined clothes. They slowly walked back toward their home, stepping in the same puddles they did as they approached, but this time looking much the same as the soil beneath.