PLAYING IN THE MUD...

Emma felt her heart leap into her throat as she stepped out of Fischer Residence Hall and began the five minute walk to Wheaton Colleges athletic field. She could feel the bikini clinging to her body under a loose T shirt and running shorts. A gentle breeze hit her smooth bare legs, moderating the warmth of the late May Illinois sun. With each step her sandals made a squishing sound. She carried a Target bag containing a neatly folded towel and a change of cloths.

This was it...the moment Emma had dreamed of. She would end freshman year at Wheaton by indulging one of her longest held secret fantasies...to break loose, go all out and wallow in the mud...

Emma knew she would never forget the moment she first heard about the schools annual MudFest.

Its awesome. said Bethany, the RA for the second floor of Fischer who had experienced one MudFest. They truck in tons of topsoil and water it until its like gumbo. It feels amazing! Everyone gets totally covered from head to foot!

With a feeling of slightly nervous excitement and anticipation, Emma reached the athletic field. A large crowd was gathering and rock music throbbed from a sound system, suggesting that a wild party was about to erupt. Emma eagerly drew closer... There it was...the massive oozing mud pit...deeper, thicker and gooier than she had imagined in her most elaborate fantasies! She watched a crew of guys with hoses watering down the already saturated soil. She had heard that they had watered the mud pit all night to make sure it was extra deep and gooey.

Emma spotted her best friends Megan and Kaitlin standing in the crowd right next to the mud pit. Both were wearing bright running shorts and immaculate white tank tops. They stared at the mud with slight apprehension.

Ew! giggled Megan, wrinkling her nose. This is going to be kind of gross.

Ive always wanted to do this. said Kaitlin, pulling back her shoulder-length curly strawberry blond hair into a pony tail in preparation. Its going to be really fun.

Emma slowly pulled off her T-shirt and shorts and enjoyed the feeling of the warm sun hitting her bikini clad body. She kicked off her sandals and felt the soft, cool grass under her bare feet. She looked at the mud and then looked down at her smooth, immaculate bare legs. She felt so clean! The most consequential decision of the day had been what to wear for the mud pit: shorts and a T-shirt or a swimsuit? She had chosen the bikini. She wanted to experience the sensual feeling of the mud coating as much of her body as possible. Looking around, she saw a mix of shorts, T-shirts and swimsuits. Before leaving her dorm room Emma had pulled her shining dark brown hair into a neat pony tail. Now she was all set to just slop around to her hearts content and experience the joy of mud!

As she stood next to the mud pit Emma sensed the lingering eyes of several guys. What was their fascination with seeing a hot girl covered in mud? she wondered.

And now the moment had finally arrived...As everyone prepared to dive into the mud Emma felt her heart thud in her chest. An enthusiastic countdown started...

10!...9!...8!..7!...

How many hot summer days, growing up, had she imagined doing this?! Yes, girls like dolls, ballet, sugar, spice and everything nice...but they also like MUD!

THREE!!!...TWO!!!!...ONE!!!!

Chaos erupted. Emma took one step and felt her bare foot sink...and sink...and sink.

Oh my God, its so deep! giggled Megan.

She let the other foot sink in, enjoying the slurping sound the sloppy mud made. The cool mud was halfway up to Emmas knees. She tried to lift her feet but now that she had sunk in it was hard. Everyone was having a hard time walking!

Emma watched Kaitlin dive into the mud, roll and then allow her legs to open and close, as if to make a mud angel.

This is awesome! exclaimed Kaitlin, overcome with giggles. Kaitlin scooped mud into her hair, smearing her glorious red curls. A look of pure joy was on her face.

Emma slowly fell backwards into the mud. Thick gooey mud oozed around her legs and consumed her body. It was like soup. She rolled over and felt the mud cling to her breasts. She could no longer see her bare skin or her swimsuit. She felt the thick layers of mud sticking to her body and she smelled the strong smell of the rich soil.

Glorious Midwestern mud! she thought. This is freedom!

Emma began to frolic in the mud. She noticed Adam, a guy she had started to date, approaching her. She scooped up some mud and threw it at him. Laughing, he scooped up his own handful of mud, eager to retaliate. Emma felt the handful of mud smear her hair. She stood up and came dived on top of Adam, encouraging him to wrestle her. He was happy to oblige. She felt her muddy breasts press into his bare chest like a cushion. Was it her imagination or did his cock feel hard?

Emma, Megan, Kaitlin and Adam continued to wrestle for a few minutes. Everyone in the mud pit was practically unrecognizable, caked in mud from head to foot. Somewhere under all that mud was Megan and Kaitlin's once immaculate white tank tops. Now, they were totally ruined! Megan and Kaitlin had planned to simply throw their cloths away and Emma was sure her bikini wouldn't exactly be the same again. It felt kind of naughty and irresponsible!

After wrestling and frolicking for a while they just wallowed...Emma could almost swim in the mud...The campus newspaper took pictures. Emma wondered how many people would see her like this, but she didnt care. This was her moment of freedom.

Finally after three hours Emma emerged from the mud pit and allowed Adam to hose her down. The feeling of mud peeling off her body and her glorious breasts and ass re-emerging was as fun as getting dirty.

Sugar and spice and everything nice? Maybebut once in a while girls like deep, thick, gooey, oozing MUD!