Julie's Wild Week #13 - Julie's Window Washing Adventure

by Arthur Saxon
arthursaxon@zombieworld.com

The ground between the lawn and the back wall of the house was pure mud, thick and deep.  Julie placed the foot of the ladder on the very edge of the lawn, where the ground was firmer, then lowered the other end until it rested against the wall.  She then held the ladder firmly as Lynn ascended, bucket in hand.  She and Lynn were now both wearing microdresses that she had shortened the night before, and Lynn’s did little to cover her bottom.  Julie smiled as she looked up at Lynn’s skimpy g-string.

“Okay, I’m up,” said Lynn.  “You go and get the hose.”

Julie fetched the hose reel from the shed and uncoiled the hose.  She attached one end to the tap by the back door, and waited for Lynn to get the upstairs window covered in suds.  As Lynn stretched upwards to reach the top of the window, her dress rode up over her buttocks, revealing them completely to any of the neighbours who might happen to be looking out of their own windows.

Soon Lynn had the window covered, and Julie turned on the tap.  Grinning wickedly, she walked to the base of the ladder and directed the hose, which was now spewing out water at a great rate, up at Lynn’s crotch.

“Hey!” squealed Lynn, vainly attempting to avoid the water.

But Julie’s aim was good, and she cared little whether the windows were rinsed.  She stepped back, getting a better angle, and proceeded to soak every inch of Lynn’s dress.  Before long it was clinging delightfully to every part of Lynn’s body, and its hem was fixed across the middle of her buttocks.  Lynn had no intention of pulling it down.

Julie then turned the hose on the window and rinsed it off.  “Right,” she said.  “We’d better do the downstairs window now.”  She switched the hose off.

Lynn descended and swatted Julie playfully on the arm.  “Your aim is terrible!” she said.

“I know,” confessed Julie.  “Um, how are we going to get close enough to the window in order to wash it?”

“We’ll just have to take off our shoes and stand in the mud,” said Lynn.  “Not scared of a little mud are you?”

“Of course not,” said Julie, and removed her shoes.  Then she pulled the ladder away from the wall and laid it down on the lawn.

Together the girls stepped into the mud and walked up to the window, Julie carrying the hose.  They were sinking up to their ankles – the water from the hose had not exactly helped to firm up the ground.

“My turn with the hose, I think,” said Lynn, and she gave Julie the bucket and sponge.

“Fair enough,” agreed Julie, handing over the hose.  She began to soap the window.

“Hello!” said Martin, coming out of the back door with his camera.  “My goodness, you two look … nice.  How’s it going?”

“Wetly, thanks,” said Lynn.

Martin took a photo of Lynn’s half-covered bottom.  “Well, you go ahead – I’ll just watch, if you don’t mind.”

Julie finished soaping the window, and Lynn turned on the hose.

“Oops,” she said, as the blast caught Julie full in the chest.

“Oh you rotter!” exclaimed Julie, and she gave Lynn a push.

Lynn staggered backwards, but was unable to free her feet from the mud in time to prevent herself from falling.  She landed with a splat on her back in the mud with a little squeal.

“I’ll get you for that!” she said, getting to her feet with some difficulty.  She lunged for Julie, grabbed her around the waist, and fell with her into the mud.  She then proceeded to pick up handfuls of mud and plaster her friend’s chest with the stuff.

Julie wriggled violently as she struggled to free herself.  She managed to turn herself on to her stomach, and then she tried to get up on to all fours.  But Lynn was having none of it.  She sat on Julie’s legs and proceeded to pull Julie’s dress up.  Then she pulled Julie’s panties open and slapped handfuls of mud on to her bare buttocks, then pushed some of it down towards her pussy.  She let Julie’s panties close, then pressed against them from the outside, squishing the mud into Julie’s pussy and anus.

Finally Julie managed to get free.  She pushed Lynn on to her back and then grabbed hold of her g-string.  With a quick tug she pulled it down Lynn’s legs to her ankles, then pulled her legs apart.  Lynn made a great show of pretending to stop this, but she was loving every minute.

Julie spotted a worm wriggling about on the surface of the mud.  “Here,” she said.  “Since you like worms so much…”  She grabbed the worm and pushed it with two fingers deep into Lynn’s cunt, along with a considerable amount of mud.  Lynn groaned and tried to get up.  But Julie took hold of Lynn’s dress and pulled it up over her head.  The two girls struggled for a minute, but eventually the dress came free, and Lynn was naked.  Julie then turned her friend over on to her front.

“How’s this anus of yours?” she whispered.  “Recovered yet?”

“It’s almost completely better thanks,” replied Lynn.

“Good!” said Julie, and she slid two muddy fingers right into Lynn’s anus.  “Now,” she continued, “I’m going to make sure that worm feels right at home.”  She grabbed some more mud and started to stuff it into Lynn’s cunt.

Lynn was in raptures, but she felt she had to get her own back.  When she felt that her cunt was packed full of mud, she turned over and launched herself at Julie.  For several minutes they fought in the mud, getting covered from head to toe, before Lynn finally managed to get Julie’s dress off.  Her panties followed soon afterwards, and then Lynn managed to pin Julie down.  She quickly pushed some mud into Julie’s cunt, then began to work a couple of her fingers into Julie’s anus.  “Now we’re even,” she whispered.

Both naked now, the girls continued to wrestle with each other, while Martin took photo after photo.  He was thoroughly enjoying himself.  Eventually, however, the girls were exhausted, and lay still, panting in the mud.

“Who wants to come for a walk?” suggested Martin.

“A walk?  Where to?” asked Julie.

“Into the fields down by the river,” said her father.  “How about it?”

“Are you planning something?” asked Julie suspiciously.

“Yes,” admitted Martin.

“Oh okay then,” said Julie.  “Sure, we’d love to.”

She got up and put her mud-soaked dress on.  Then she looked around, frowning, for her panties.  Then she spotted them, half-buried in, and almost indistinguishable from, the mud.  Lynn, meanwhile, was putting her own dress on.  The search for her g-string, though, proved difficult.

“It could be buried six inches deep!” complained Julie, after five minutes of fruitless searching.

“Never mind,” said Lynn.  “I just won’t bother wearing any panties.”

“But your dress barely comes down to your crotch!” said Julie.

“I know.”  Lynn grinned.  “Come on.”  She put her shoes on.

They passed quite a few houses on their way to the fields.  Some astonished stares were directed in the girls’ direction.  They did not mind a bit, though Martin began to wish he had gone on ahead so as not to be seen with them.

“There’s bound to be some talk about this,” he muttered.

They arrived at the first field and climbed over the fence.  As they walked across the well-trodden grass and muddy patches, it began to rain lightly.  Julie nervously noticed a small herd of cows on the other side of the field.

“Aha!” said Martin.  “This is what I had in mind.”  He pointed at the ground.

Julie stared.  It was a cow pat, quite fresh by its look and smell.

“Ooh, lovely!” said Lynn, and she squatted over it, then sat down slowly, sighing with pleasure as her pussy sank into the wet pile of cow poo.  She wiggled her bottom, working the poo deeper into her crevices.  “This feels great!” she told Julie.  “You should try it.”

“I will,” promised Julie.  “It looks fun.”

The next few they found were older, and dry, but soon enough they found another fresh one.  This time Julie sat on it, then she scooped some of it up, lifted her dress, and massaged the poo into her left breast.

“Let’s get closer to the cows,” suggested Lynn.  “There should be more fresh stuff over there.”

“I’m not sure about this…”  Julie was looking a little worried.

“Oh come on,” said Lynn.  “They’re only cows.  There isn’t a bull amongst them.  We’ll be fine.”

As they trooped down the hill towards the cow herd, Martin glanced around them to make sure no farm staff were anywhere near.  He could not see any, fortunately.  They reached the herd and, sure enough, found plenty more recent excrement, which the girls delighted in rubbing on to themselves and on each other.

Then Lynn suddenly noticed that a cow nearby was in the process of lifting its tail.  Quick as a flash, she positioned herself behind it and knelt down.  Almost immediately, a torrent of liquid poo poured from the cow’s anus, splashing on to Lynn’s neck and chest and running down her belly.  A small splash even landed on her face.  She wiped it off, then turned to Martin and Julie, grinning.

“Wow,” she exclaimed.  “That was fantastic!”

The precedent set, Julie and Lynn were hooked on this new form of entertainment.  For the next hour, they followed the herd around, watching carefully for any lifted tails.  Lynn managed to get deluged by cow poo twice more, while Julie was less fortunate – the first time she managed to get behind a raised tail, it turned out to be a precursor to a massive stream of urine, which hit her full in the face before she fell backwards in surprise, the rest of the flow completely soaking the front of her dress.  The second time, however, she was rewarded with a wonderfully sustained flow of poo, and she happily smeared it all over her breasts through the sodden material of her dress.  At this point she decided it was time to return home.  Both girls were covered in cow shit.  Hand in hand, the girls happily walked back to the house.  Martin went home by a different route.

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