The sty
Posted: 20 Mar 2011, 20:29
Now some disclaimers...
- This is a short story, the idea kind of stuck and
- If you're not a wammer into the farm muck side of things. Stop or don't say you weren't warned.
- Basically this story is a kind of "response" to piggirl's comments in one of my previous stories. I tend not to do requests, but occasionally a scenario or idea will jump out at me for whatever reason. Credit where credit is due.
- Again this story may not be to everyone's tastes, whether it doesn't go far enough or goes to far.
And with that off to the story...
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Walking across the rutted trail, her bare feet sliding on the churned up clay and oozing up between her painted toes as she walked across the old family farm barefoot. Dressed only in a pair of beaten up and ripped coveralls she felt her heart pounding in her chest. She was the last one left now and the silence of the farm made everything unreal, made it all seem like a dream. Almost acting on autopilot she had slipped out of what she was wearing before and into her coveralls, the rough denim against her breasts and between her legs as she walked out onto the porch that was damp from the rain the night before. She could hear her own breathing as she walked along the path, for a moment feeling like she was when she was a kid and her and her brothers and cousins would play on the farm. Getting dirty was a fact of life then, but she thought she grew up and thought that she was past all that and that it was disgusting and everything else that everyone else believed. And now, everyone else was gone, whether on another side of the planet or just gone. With her life turned upside down she retreated back to the one place she had ever felt happy and free. Not knowing where she was going she continued along, through puddles, feet sinking and slipping on irregular surface the tractors had left from moving equipment off the property along with the livestock. Stopping in a puddle she felt her weight driving her down into the soupy clay and she could see that some of the purple polish on her toes was chipped and she didn’t care.
Looking past a few of the outbuildings she cut across the holding pasture and walked fearlessly though it, not stopping and not caring about what she was walking through. Each time she hit something that wasn’t grass she’d feel a surge, a rush through her as she remembered all the times having her dad or mom or uncles or aunts hosing her and the other kids off before letting them anywhere near the house. Or all the times at the county fair in a sheep wrangling or pig wrestling contest which seemed to be more than a lifetime away. She hadn’t thought about a lot of that until she stepped into another squishy patch in the field, and then another. Soon she was seeking them out, squishing her toes into them, watching them getting covered by the cow pies she was coming across. Bending down she squished her hands into one, then kneaded at it, obviously having dried out and then gotten wet in the rain and starting to dry out. She could feel it between her fingers and under her nails now, grabbing handfuls she wiped them off on the legs of her overalls and continued walking a meandering course, still wiping bits of the cow pie off as she walked, picking a path through them towards her goal.
Stopping to knead at a couple of more as she steeled her courage she stopped and thought about what she was thinking, really, wanting to do and decided she needed to sit down she made sure she selected the spot properly and dropped down. After a minute she could feel the dampness soaking through from what she sat in. Sighing she ran her fingers through her hair, pausing only after a second when she remembered what was coating them, before continuing to run her fingers through her hair. Looking around she saw another pile and crawled over on her hands and knees, dropping her head low as she started to smear the cow pie through her light blonde hair before winging her head around, her manure streaked hair lashing her back and brushing against her face.
Crawling forward on her hands and knees she kept going across the field, soon her hands were smeared brown, black and green up to her wrists and from the knee down on her overalls were slicked and streaked until there was no more blue visible. Her heart was in her ears and her chest almost hurt as she neared her final destination. Standing up, and still finding her nerve, she stared across the field and brought a hand up to one of the fasteners on her overalls and unclipped it, sending a corner down, exposing one of her breasts. Taking a few more steps forward she unclipped the second one, her eyes transfixed past the crude wood logs that made up the fence between her and her goal. With both breasts exposed the overalls started to slide off her as she walked across the muddy trail.
Finding a puddle she stopped and pulled the overalls down and left them there in the muddy water. Reaching into the front pocket she took out a pair of swimming goggles and put them on. Now completely naked, with the exception of the goggles, with cow pie in her hair, streaks on her face, her hands and feet covered she reached the wooden fence and looked out at the churned up black and grey surface of the sty. The metal and older troughs lining two of the three sides were long since disused, but it had been a holding area up until a few days ago. Taking a deep breath and almost gagging from the smell she walked along the muddy trail to the gate and threw it open.
Tentatively she dipped her toes in the muck, being as black as it was it was warm on the surface from the sun and pulling her feet out of the glop they were completely coated with the sticky ooze. This wasn’t like what she remembered as a kid, but those sties at the fair where the pigs were only in there for a few hours through the day. Placing another foot in there and it squished through the mire as she took another step, each one away from the mud, from the cow pasture and into this place that she didn’t know what she was feeling for. Step after step she went until she was right in the middle. She was getting used to the smell at this point and it was up past her ankles and half way up to her shins.
Letting herself fall back she landed with a splat on her ass in the sty muck. It went up her ass crack, it splattered her thighs and it held her firm. Scummy water, squeezed out flowed over her skin. The contrast between the lightly tanned skin of her body and the assorted mud and pig shit she was now sitting in. She slapped it with her hands, splattering it around. She did it again, a bigger splat, flecks of muck on her chest and up her arms now. Again, even harder and more splattering her as she wiggled her ass around, grinding it in. Wiping her hands over her breasts and her thighs she wondered just how far she was going to go in this pursuit of destroying herself or if it was letting herself go. Not caring any more either way she threw herself backwards into the embrace of the sty.
After driving her body backwards into the muck she rolled her head back and forth to smear her hair around in it as it moved up towards her ears. Spreading her legs she dug in her heels and pushed herself back so that a crest of it formed against the top of her head, just starting to reach her forehead. Panting she started to rub her hands up and down over her body, smearing handfuls of the muck over her stomach and up over her chest. With a low moan she moved her hands down between her legs and sat up slowly. The smelly sludge oozed down her back and her hair hung in matted tangles off the back of her head and down her back. Rubbing her hands around between her legs some more she slid them forward before getting on all fours. Grunting she started to heavily plod around in the sty on all fours, breasts swinging as she exaggerated her movements before finally planting her head into the muck, burying her head with side to side motions. Bringing her head out she wiped the goggles off, and did it again. This time when her head came out she started to crawl for the edge.
Climbing up onto the wood, she placed herself on the second of the three rows of logs that made up the barrier of the sty and jumped forward into the sty in a belly flop. The force of the landing stung and sent the sty muck out from her. The pain sent shudders through her in a good way. Standing up she trudged her way back to the edge and carried on to the trail. Reaching the muddy trail, body covered in clinging, smelly black sty filth she ran, she ran fast for the sty and threw herself into a slide that ended up burying her chest, arms and head into the muck.
Rolling over she lounged in the mud before deciding that she needed to roll around and around. With every inch covered she slowly dragged herself out of the sty on her belly, foot after foot of the muck sliding between her legs caused her to start bucking her hips and it sank in as she reached the edge that she was going to climax, covered in filth and as she dug her hands in to pull herself forward she let herself cum. Soon her hips were humping the muck hard as she rolled her face around in it. Before she was completely finished, she continued to drag herself out, body spasms shaking her from head to toe as she emerged. Laying there on the bit of grass and mud outside of the sty she caught her breath and wiped some of the filth from her face back into her hair to not waste it before going back to the coveralls. Pulling them out of the muddy puddle she put them back on over her filthy body and headed back to the cow pasture. Stopping at the first pile she saw she reached down and slowly slid them down inside the overalls over her breasts and smeared them down towards her stomach and feeling bits dropping down over her legs as she made her way back to the pond where she would, eventually, wash up. But she didn’t feel in a hurry as she saw another nearby cow pie and made her way over towards it still in a daze…
- This is a short story, the idea kind of stuck and
- If you're not a wammer into the farm muck side of things. Stop or don't say you weren't warned.
- Basically this story is a kind of "response" to piggirl's comments in one of my previous stories. I tend not to do requests, but occasionally a scenario or idea will jump out at me for whatever reason. Credit where credit is due.
- Again this story may not be to everyone's tastes, whether it doesn't go far enough or goes to far.
And with that off to the story...
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Walking across the rutted trail, her bare feet sliding on the churned up clay and oozing up between her painted toes as she walked across the old family farm barefoot. Dressed only in a pair of beaten up and ripped coveralls she felt her heart pounding in her chest. She was the last one left now and the silence of the farm made everything unreal, made it all seem like a dream. Almost acting on autopilot she had slipped out of what she was wearing before and into her coveralls, the rough denim against her breasts and between her legs as she walked out onto the porch that was damp from the rain the night before. She could hear her own breathing as she walked along the path, for a moment feeling like she was when she was a kid and her and her brothers and cousins would play on the farm. Getting dirty was a fact of life then, but she thought she grew up and thought that she was past all that and that it was disgusting and everything else that everyone else believed. And now, everyone else was gone, whether on another side of the planet or just gone. With her life turned upside down she retreated back to the one place she had ever felt happy and free. Not knowing where she was going she continued along, through puddles, feet sinking and slipping on irregular surface the tractors had left from moving equipment off the property along with the livestock. Stopping in a puddle she felt her weight driving her down into the soupy clay and she could see that some of the purple polish on her toes was chipped and she didn’t care.
Looking past a few of the outbuildings she cut across the holding pasture and walked fearlessly though it, not stopping and not caring about what she was walking through. Each time she hit something that wasn’t grass she’d feel a surge, a rush through her as she remembered all the times having her dad or mom or uncles or aunts hosing her and the other kids off before letting them anywhere near the house. Or all the times at the county fair in a sheep wrangling or pig wrestling contest which seemed to be more than a lifetime away. She hadn’t thought about a lot of that until she stepped into another squishy patch in the field, and then another. Soon she was seeking them out, squishing her toes into them, watching them getting covered by the cow pies she was coming across. Bending down she squished her hands into one, then kneaded at it, obviously having dried out and then gotten wet in the rain and starting to dry out. She could feel it between her fingers and under her nails now, grabbing handfuls she wiped them off on the legs of her overalls and continued walking a meandering course, still wiping bits of the cow pie off as she walked, picking a path through them towards her goal.
Stopping to knead at a couple of more as she steeled her courage she stopped and thought about what she was thinking, really, wanting to do and decided she needed to sit down she made sure she selected the spot properly and dropped down. After a minute she could feel the dampness soaking through from what she sat in. Sighing she ran her fingers through her hair, pausing only after a second when she remembered what was coating them, before continuing to run her fingers through her hair. Looking around she saw another pile and crawled over on her hands and knees, dropping her head low as she started to smear the cow pie through her light blonde hair before winging her head around, her manure streaked hair lashing her back and brushing against her face.
Crawling forward on her hands and knees she kept going across the field, soon her hands were smeared brown, black and green up to her wrists and from the knee down on her overalls were slicked and streaked until there was no more blue visible. Her heart was in her ears and her chest almost hurt as she neared her final destination. Standing up, and still finding her nerve, she stared across the field and brought a hand up to one of the fasteners on her overalls and unclipped it, sending a corner down, exposing one of her breasts. Taking a few more steps forward she unclipped the second one, her eyes transfixed past the crude wood logs that made up the fence between her and her goal. With both breasts exposed the overalls started to slide off her as she walked across the muddy trail.
Finding a puddle she stopped and pulled the overalls down and left them there in the muddy water. Reaching into the front pocket she took out a pair of swimming goggles and put them on. Now completely naked, with the exception of the goggles, with cow pie in her hair, streaks on her face, her hands and feet covered she reached the wooden fence and looked out at the churned up black and grey surface of the sty. The metal and older troughs lining two of the three sides were long since disused, but it had been a holding area up until a few days ago. Taking a deep breath and almost gagging from the smell she walked along the muddy trail to the gate and threw it open.
Tentatively she dipped her toes in the muck, being as black as it was it was warm on the surface from the sun and pulling her feet out of the glop they were completely coated with the sticky ooze. This wasn’t like what she remembered as a kid, but those sties at the fair where the pigs were only in there for a few hours through the day. Placing another foot in there and it squished through the mire as she took another step, each one away from the mud, from the cow pasture and into this place that she didn’t know what she was feeling for. Step after step she went until she was right in the middle. She was getting used to the smell at this point and it was up past her ankles and half way up to her shins.
Letting herself fall back she landed with a splat on her ass in the sty muck. It went up her ass crack, it splattered her thighs and it held her firm. Scummy water, squeezed out flowed over her skin. The contrast between the lightly tanned skin of her body and the assorted mud and pig shit she was now sitting in. She slapped it with her hands, splattering it around. She did it again, a bigger splat, flecks of muck on her chest and up her arms now. Again, even harder and more splattering her as she wiggled her ass around, grinding it in. Wiping her hands over her breasts and her thighs she wondered just how far she was going to go in this pursuit of destroying herself or if it was letting herself go. Not caring any more either way she threw herself backwards into the embrace of the sty.
After driving her body backwards into the muck she rolled her head back and forth to smear her hair around in it as it moved up towards her ears. Spreading her legs she dug in her heels and pushed herself back so that a crest of it formed against the top of her head, just starting to reach her forehead. Panting she started to rub her hands up and down over her body, smearing handfuls of the muck over her stomach and up over her chest. With a low moan she moved her hands down between her legs and sat up slowly. The smelly sludge oozed down her back and her hair hung in matted tangles off the back of her head and down her back. Rubbing her hands around between her legs some more she slid them forward before getting on all fours. Grunting she started to heavily plod around in the sty on all fours, breasts swinging as she exaggerated her movements before finally planting her head into the muck, burying her head with side to side motions. Bringing her head out she wiped the goggles off, and did it again. This time when her head came out she started to crawl for the edge.
Climbing up onto the wood, she placed herself on the second of the three rows of logs that made up the barrier of the sty and jumped forward into the sty in a belly flop. The force of the landing stung and sent the sty muck out from her. The pain sent shudders through her in a good way. Standing up she trudged her way back to the edge and carried on to the trail. Reaching the muddy trail, body covered in clinging, smelly black sty filth she ran, she ran fast for the sty and threw herself into a slide that ended up burying her chest, arms and head into the muck.
Rolling over she lounged in the mud before deciding that she needed to roll around and around. With every inch covered she slowly dragged herself out of the sty on her belly, foot after foot of the muck sliding between her legs caused her to start bucking her hips and it sank in as she reached the edge that she was going to climax, covered in filth and as she dug her hands in to pull herself forward she let herself cum. Soon her hips were humping the muck hard as she rolled her face around in it. Before she was completely finished, she continued to drag herself out, body spasms shaking her from head to toe as she emerged. Laying there on the bit of grass and mud outside of the sty she caught her breath and wiped some of the filth from her face back into her hair to not waste it before going back to the coveralls. Pulling them out of the muddy puddle she put them back on over her filthy body and headed back to the cow pasture. Stopping at the first pile she saw she reached down and slowly slid them down inside the overalls over her breasts and smeared them down towards her stomach and feeling bits dropping down over her legs as she made her way back to the pond where she would, eventually, wash up. But she didn’t feel in a hurry as she saw another nearby cow pie and made her way over towards it still in a daze…