Flying Solo IV - Private Slime Time

[Grey]

Climbing down the ladder into the pool in the blazing summer afternoon sun and checking the ropes leading down into the deep end of the old pool in her back yard, she smiled at the glorious sludge at the bottom of it. Ever since her run in the park when she ended up in the post-flood stuff she had just been feeling so, naughty, so evil, the Hunger as she called it taking her to new levels of depravity. Since returning from that contract job she had set about preparing for this, her first real day of vacation now that all the post-project reports were done and she could well and truly play.

When she had bought the house she had thought of filling the pool in the back yard in, but with time on her hands and the need for being totally filthy she decided to try an experiment by just letting the old, cracked deep end become it’s own sludge pool. Weeks of preparation and now it was a pit of mud, compost and let it ferment in the sun, dutifully watering it every day until grasses were growing in it. With knotted ropes tied to the ladders at each end in case she got too slippery so she could drag herself out and not get stuck if it was too slippery and slimy, she wanted to be prepared. At the far end were ropes with loops tied through attached to buckets that could be pulled forward to dump their contents into some eaves troughing she rigged up to come out a downspout dead center of the deepest part. Staring at the pit, she figured she was as ready as she could be as she dumped a bucket of water over the slope down into the deep end to dampen the slime for her first slide into it.

Standing on a rubber mat she had placed under the shallow end ladder, her heart was beating in her ears. The sun was blazing down on her in her tennis whites, a tight polo shirt and tiny skirt with some white court shoes she bought special for this and had spent the evenings cleaning the leather, practically salivating at ruining them. Taking a deep breath she stepped off the mat and moved carefully towards the brown and green slime of the slope to the deep end, in this case, deep being a couple of feet, but enough sludge to make her cautious. The slime was shining in the sunlight, the water still running down it in small rivulets. She bit her lower lip as she contemplated the best way in and decided she wasn’t brave enough for head first…this time and sat down, squiggling her way toward that point of no return.

The water that she slopped was already soaking her white cotton panties and she felt the moment she reached the slime. Black, brown and green streaks now on the soles of her shoes and she was sure, the ass of her panties. Thinking back to the park, yes this was the type of smell she expected as she stopped, about to commit herself to this and already feeling moist. Her hands were slicked with the slime and gently she pushed off, legs in front of her and spread as she slid. The old pool surface was slick enough on its own, but with the added layer she was soon gathering speed with a growing mound of sludge between her thighs, pressing against her panties. In seconds she landed with a squish, the white court shoes driven into the soupy black muck and sinking completely from her momentum. Her tiny white ankle socks were also engulfed and she shuddered at the smell and the sensation of the ooze on her thighs, ass and hands as she slowly sank on the slop half way up her shins. Laying back she just enjoyed the sensations as she wiped her hands off on the tops of her thighs and listened to the ooze burble and squish as she moved her feet.

Rolling over onto a fresh patch of slime she got the knotted rope in hand, wrapped her filthy hands around it, and using the knots for leverage started to crawl her way back up the top of the slope again before carefully standing up with her slime slicked shoes. Her nipples were quite visible through the slimed, stained and ruined top she was wearing and her hair had flecks of it too. Feeling brave she tottered a couple of steps with her muck slicked shoes before squatting down, her hands holding her back. One deep breath, then another, the sun beating down on her hair and back she made the choice and, launched herself a couple of steps before sliding on her stomach, arms out front in classic slip n’ slide mode and raced towards the muck, closing her eyes and mouth at the last second.

The muck was almost hot on her skin and breaking the surface let out a smell and a couple of bubbles of methane as she lay there, buried up to the shoulders and chin, her face lightly splattered. Reaching in with her formerly perfectly manicured hands she felt how cool it was on the bottom layers of the muck and started to haul herself in, keeping her chin up but letting the rest of her sink into the stinking morass. Sighing contentedly she crawled around in the muck, that was now becoming soupier as she moved around in it, her clothes soaked through now with only patches of white showing through. Reaching the deepest part, she stood up with the help of her escape rope now up halfway to her thighs in muck.

She contemplated her options now, since she did have all the time in the world, she let the sun warm her muddy body as she leaned against the back wall of the pool and made her decision by grabbing one of the ropes hanging down the wall near her. Shuffling over, making the muck fight her every inch of the way she positioned herself underneath the downspout.

Taking another deep breath, she pulled the rope and a few minutes later had the mix of vegetable oil, sour cream, baked beans and creamy coleslaw raining down on her. Suppressing the urge to gag she squeezed her eyes shut, turned her face into the slow plopping mess and rubbed her tits through her shirt, just deciding to surrender to it. Moving her head forward she let it drip off her face as she bent down slightly and scooped up a mix of slop and mud that had puddled on the muck around her, letting the lumpy, smelly sludge run between her fingers before wiping them off on her thighs, then another. Picking up a second pair of handfuls she squished them between her fingers, her mouth open as she tried not to gag at the smell, letting herself drool on herself as she kept the muck between her fingers and rubbed it into her top as lumps of the muck continued to plop down on her head. Reaching inside her top she rubbed the ooze onto her tits and felt a shiver ripple along her spine. Her nipples were tingling as she bent over and rubbed it up her thighs under her skirt, her legs quivering as she went up and down to her panties.

Reaching up she pulled on the third rope and waited as she looked up and the creamed corn rained down on her head in waves of lumpy slop. It was almost blood warm from the sun and went over every bit of her face and ran down her neck into her top, that she was holding out. Holding her breath through it all she started to see silver flashes but wanted to keep her face turned up into the stream of slop and before she knew it she was landing with a splat in the muck as she exhaled, almost having passed out. Leaning forward she laid down in the puddle of slop and moved forward so her breasts were in the slime and it started to flow into her cleavage as she got on her hands and knees and started to wade around in the muck. Bubbles started to burst from stuff that had decomposed under the muck as she stirred it up, splattering her with a fresh wave of smellier sludge.

Digging deep, she pulled the surprisingly warm goo from the very bottom and, even though she wanted to gag rubbed it through her hair before standing up and peeling herself out of her clothes, standing there, smeared with muck before throwing herself face first into the mess, churning it up by rolling her body over and over. She pulled her ass cheeks apart and felt the sludge oozing between them as she rubbed her ass around.

Churning up the muck to the lowest levels and dragging the puddles of slop from the buckets she dunked her head through the center of it, taking as big a breath as she could, feeling the fetid filth enveloping her head before she had to pull her head out. Not clearing her eyes, only her nose she took another big breath and gagged on the smell before gritting her teeth, gulping down some more air and doing it again, this time rubbing muck into her breasts as she held herself under. Breaking the surface again she let herself drip and ooze as she reached and played with her clit. Several strokes and she was squirting and moaning, throwing herself back in the muck, spreading her legs wide and reaching down to stroke from her ass crack up to her clit and shuddering again, as her hips bucked in the filth. Sitting up, she stood and started to wade around her muck pit in the old swimming pool, content with her experiment

Her muscles burning from the slop she dragged herself up the rope to the top of the slope down to the deep end and carefully crawled on all fours over to a part of the drop that she hadn’t scraped of filth and slime on her ways down before. Changing position she sat there with her legs apart and let gravity do the work, she squealed as she felt the black and green ooze pushing against her pussy and up her ass crack before she landed in the puddle with a splat and sunk a few inches in. Just shifting herself slightly made her orgasm again as she slapped her hands in the ooze. Silver worms swimming in her vision from being light headed, she crawled up out of the pool and up the ladder and into her yard.

Collapsing she crawled through the grass, the sun baking the slime onto her and into her hair as she headed for the she shade. Grabbing the hosepipe in one hand and turning it on, she stood and dragged it over to the fallow vegetable garden and plopped her ass down on the dirt and let the water wash over her. It was so cold it almost was burning but it felt so good. As the mud started to squelch around her ass cheeks and she was smelling less like a sewer she was already getting damp thinking about what else she could dump into her private little swamp, and how the next cooler day…well an all day wallow like a pig wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. With the water over her head she rubbed some of the mud up over her pussy and played with herself some more, warm from the inside out as she squelched in the mud, not wanting to be clean, the “Hunger” fully taking her as she let herself just be one with the muck and the orgasms revelling in the freedom as the sun continued along it’s lazy, afternoon arc in the sky.

[juanstalvern]

I know I might be a little behind the times, but damn this is a nice story. To be honest I really love your writing and writing style.