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Subject: {ASSM} RP Mud - Maria Gonzales 
Date: Fri,  2 Feb 2001 06:10:02 -0500
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If you aren't 18, or 21 if you live in a backwards
place, then go away : )

This story is copyrighted by the writer formerly known
as Maria Gonzales, AKA M-Go. Copyright 2001. Send me an
E-mail at Maria1971@aol.com and/or visit my web site
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/MariaGonzales/www

Mud

by Maria Gonzales

Copyright 1999 - All Rights Reserved. Any use of this 
work without the author's written permission is 
strictly forbidden.

This silly little story was written for a contest in 
ASSD.  The contest was to create a story involving mud 
wrestling.  Once the deadline had passed, I was struck 
by an inspiration.  Deciding to go ahead and write the 
story anyway, this is what I came up with.  This story 
was not proofread, so any grammar mistakes and/or 
misspellings are intentional.   I just want to see if 
anybody notices them.  : )

****

"I have to get in the mud?"  I asked the photographer.

"Yes, in the mud." he answered.

"But it's so...so... so icky."

"Mud usually is sweetheart.  Now can you be a good 
little girl and get in."

I stuck my foot in the mud pit and quickly pulled it 
back out.  "At least you could have had them use warm 
water to make the mud.  It's freezing."

"And where are my assistants supposed to get warm water 
all the way up here in the middle of nowhere?  Just hop 
in please.  You'll feel warmer once you've been in 
there for a while."

I stuck my foot back in, feeling the mud ooze between 
my toes.  "This is really icky.  Can't we just take 
some pictures in a warm pool or something."

"The agency was quite adamant about the mud dear.  I 
think the best thing would be for you to just jump in."

"Jump in?  Just jump in?  I'm gonna get mud all over 
me."

"That's the point dear.  Now either jump in, or I'll 
have Josh push you in."

"You wouldn't?  Would you Josh?"  I asked the 
photographer's assistant.

"I do whatever he tells me to do."  Josh answered 
pointing his thumb at the photographer.

"How deep is the pit?"  I asked.

"It's only about a foot and a half, maybe two feet at 
the most." Josh answered.

"Just jump in Allison.  We're going to lose the light 
if you don't hurry."

I let my foot slide into the mud, feeling the slime 
creep between my toes.  As my right foot touched the 
bottom of the pit, I slowly pushed my left foot into 
the pit.  I shuffled carefully to the center of the mud 
pit, feeling the cold mud reach above my knees.  Once I 
was to more or less the middle of the pit.  I stood and 
looked at the photographer.

"That's a nice start dear.  But you really do need to 
get your whole body muddy."

"My whole body?"

"Yes Allison, your whole body.  Including your head, 
then just slick your hair back with your hands."

"Allison,"  I heard Josh say, "just drop down in it and 
stand back up."

"This is gross."   I started to let myself down and 
stopped. "I can't"

"Josh."  I heard the photographer moan.

"Man, do I really have to?"

"Just get in there and dunk her."

"Allison, just get in, please." Josh pleaded.

"I can't."

"Just get in and do it Josh." The photographer whined.

I watched Josh pull of his shoes and socks.  He glanced 
at the mud pit and pulled of his shirt.  Smiling at me, 
he undid his belt and pulled down his pants, throwing 
them as far away from the pit as he could.  Suddenly, 
he jumped into the pit next to me,the mud splattering 
all over me.

I watched his head rise out of the pit, covered in mud.  
With a wicked smile and mud dripping off his face,  he 
approached me. I slowly backed away from him, "Don't do 
it Josh, don't do. . ."  my foot slid on the bottom of 
the pit, and I felt myself fall backwards into the pit.

I saw a flash from the camera, and looked at the 
photographer as he continued to shoot pictures.  
Distracted by the flash, I didn't see Josh sneak up on 
me. Suddenly, I felt his hands wrap around my waist, 
picking me up and dropping me screaming into the mud

As I wiped the mud from my eyes, I heard the 
photographer tell Josh, "Stay there for a while, lets 
take some shots of the two of you wrestling in the 
mud."

I looked down, the blouse was now sticking to my body, 
the form of my nipples pushing through the material and 
the shape of my breasts clearly showed.  I heard Josh 
laugh diabolically behind me, quickly turning just in 
time to see him lunge onto me, again pushing me into 
the pit.

Pushing my head quickly out of the mud, I again cleared 
the mud from my face and found Josh laughing 
hysterically in front of me.  "I'm gonna get you for 
that Josh."  I yelled.

I leaped for him, but he deftly moved out of the way 
and I found myself landing face first in the mud.  I 
felt his hands grab me by the waist as he pulled me up 
out of the mud, only to drop me back in.

Again clearing the mud from my eyes, I looked at him, 
deciding that if I was going to mount some kind of 
attack against him, I would have to find another 
strategy.  Doing my best pout, I looked at Josh and 
walked toward him, "I think I've got something in my 
eye, Josh."

He walked toward me, and as he reached his hand toward 
me, I jumped at him, wrapping my arms around his neck 
and pulled down on him.  Instead of falling into the 
mud as I had planned, he was able to stand upright.  I 
pulled my legs out of the mud, wrapping them around his 
waist and shifted my weight, trying to pull him down.

Josh smiled at me, then fell forward.  I fell back into 
the mud, but my momentum pulled him down with me.  
Landing on my butt, he landed face first next to me.  I 
smiled wickedly and grabbed the top of his boxer 
shorts, pulling them to his ankles.  As he stood, he 
reached to pull them back up.  Finding an opening, I 
shoved my hands onto his shoulders, then watched him 
comically flap his arms, trying to keep his balance.  
Finally, he fell into the mud pit, landing on his butt.  
I ran toward him, leaping onto him, straddling his 
lower body with my legs.

Putting my hands onto Josh's shoulders, I pushed his 
head into the mud and moved my body onto his chest, 
pinning him on his back, letting his head stay just 
above the mud.  "Having fun Josh?"  I asked.

"Loads."   He answered with a smile.

"Now that I have you like this, I think I'm gonna. . ."  
I found myself falling off of him as he turned his body 
dropping me in the mud next to him.  Quickly he sat on 
top of me and I heard the photographer yell, "Open her 
blouse Josh."

"No don't open it.  I don't do nudes."

"Your all covered in mud, nobody's gonna see anything."  
Josh answered as his fingers fumbled with the buttons 
on the blouse.

"Want me to do it?"  I asked.

"This mud is slippery.  I can't get a hold of the damn 
buttons.  Fuck it."  He grabbed the top of the blouse, 
and with a jerk popped the buttons off.

I looked down at my bare breasts, and because of the 
protection from the blouse, they weren't covered in 
mud.  The camera flashed and I let myself down further 
into the pit, hiding my exposed chest from the camera.

"Take off the shorts too, Allison, and leave yours off 
too, Josh." the photographer said.

"Okay."  Josh answered.

"No."  I answered.

"C'mon, Allison."  Josh said.

"I'm not taking off my shorts."

"Then maybe I'll take them off for you."  Josh said as 
his hands moved to the top of my shorts.

"Don't you dare."  I yelled giggling.

"Watch me." He answered defiantly.  I felt him tug on 
the shorts, and screaming at him to stop, I lifted my 
butt slightly, letting him pull them down.

He smiled at me, stood, and as I watched the mud drip 
off his hard cock, he put his arms under my back, 
lifting me out of the pit, standing me next to him. I 
looked into his eyes, his head moved closer to mine, I 
moved mine closer to his, tapping my forehead against 
his.

"I'm gonna get you for that."  I said.

"You didn't exactly fight, Allison."

"Shut up."  I answered, moving my lips to his.  
Passionately kissing him, I felt his hand cup one of my 
breasts, softly pinching my nipple.  "Not here."  I 
whispered.

"Why not?"  he answered.

I nodded my head toward the photographer and smiled.

"Just do as I say, and nothing will show up in the 
pictures."  Josh said as he sat in the middle of the 
mud pit, the mud covering him to his rib cage. "Now 
straddle me."

I looked at Josh, then looked back at the photographer.  
I let myself down on top of him, straddling my legs 
around his.

"Now move up a little." He said. I moved closer to him, 
feeling his hard cock press between my labia.

"See, the camera won't see a thing."

"Uh-huh." I answered, pushing his cock further into my 
pussy. Closing my eyes, I felt his cock slide deeper 
into me.   Once it was entirely inside, I smiled at him 
and said. "I'm gonna need help cleaning myself up 
afterwards."

"Can I volunteer?"  Josh said as I let his cock slide 
out slowly, feeling it run against my clitoris.

"Actually, you're not volunteering, I'm ordering you to 
help me later."  I said, pushing him back into me.

I put my arms around his neck, pressing my breasts 
against his shoulders. Moving my hips faster, I felt 
his cock slide in and out of my pussy.

I looked at the photographer, hearing the camera whirl 
as he continued to take pictures. Moving my hips faster 
and faster, I could feel myself start to orgasm.  
Letting my hands off his shoulders, I arched my back, 
Josh's hands caressing my breasts, moaning 
uncontrollably.  I closed my eyes, lost in the ecstasy 
of my orgasm.

Josh started to buck erratically, and with a loud 
groan, I felt him give one final push as he orgasmed 
inside of me.

Pushing his cock into me one last time, I giggled 
uncontrollably as I pulled him to me and held him 
against me.  I moved my lips to his and pushed my 
tongue into his mouth.

"Perfect guys.  The agency is going to love these 
shots."  The photographer yelled.  I'm going back down 
to the hotel, you guys cleanup   I'll take the 
equipment Josh.

I turned and watched the photographer walk away, 
carrying a bag of cameras and a duffel bag.  I turned 
to Josh and asked.  "Where are we supposed to cleanup?"

"I don't know.  I never thought to bring anything to 
cleanup with.  I guess we'll have to walk back to the 
hotel and cleanup there."

"Great.  Where are my clothes?"

"I dunno, they must be in the mud someplace."

We got on our hands and knees, feeling for my clothes.  
After five minutes of searching, we couldn't find them 
anywhere.

"I guess you'll have to walk back like that."  Josh 
laughed.

"Give me your boxers."  I said.

"I would, but they're in the mud someplace.  I'll give 
you my shirt.  That should cover you up.  I can just 
put my pants on."

Josh pulled himself out of the mud, pulling me out with 
him.  He walked to where he had tossed his clothes, 
finding nothing.

"My clothes are gone."

"What!"

"I threw them over here, now they're gone."

"You don't think?"

"I think he did."

"So we have to walk back like this?  At least it's 
almost dark, we should be able to slip in without too 
many people seeing."  I said, "I just hope there aren't 
any paparazzi around."

Josh wrapped his hand around my waist, and we walked 
back to the hotel.  As we approached the hotel, Josh 
led me to the back.  We entered the hotel through the 
kitchen and ran to my room.

Josh did help clean me up, every inch and every mud 
covered part of me.  I did the same to him, after 
getting all of the mud and soap off of him, I made sure 
that his was clean, using my tongue to make sure that 
he was completely clean. It took all night, but I had 
to make sure that he was spotless, thankfully, he 
reciprocated.

When the ad finally appeared, it was eight pictures, 
each of them seemingly on one roll of film.  True to 
Josh's idea, there was not one picture where any part 
of my body was completely showing, but in the last 
picture, my back was arched, Josh's hands covered my 
breasts, my eyes closed, a look of ecstasy covering my 
face.

The ad eventually won an award for most erotic ad of 
the year.  I still don't understand how ads like these 
help sell clothes, but I have learned to have fun 
making them.  Josh and I have become the hot models of 
the year, and we insist on only appearing in ads 
together.

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