Part 1:

Nothing beats the summer heat like mud. I can't help but take a break at the clay pit. I dip my convers in to test the clay and can't help but grab handfuls of it to smear all over my body. This quickly becomes not enough. I push myself over the edge and slowly start sinking. It goes up my legs coating my thigh highs and shorts as I continue to grab handfuls of mud. The more I move and squirm the deeper I sink, until I am nothing but a head above the mud playing with my body bellow, and soon, not even that is left.

Part 2:

After I emerge, fully covered in clay, I know for sure that I can't have a barrier between me and it any longer. I struggle to climb out of the pit, but it has a firm grip on me. Clawing and grasping I manage to get out to strip off my now destroyed clothing. Following pit protocol, I get as much mud as I can off of me before going over to the platform by the edge and jumping back in. From there I play in the mud to my hearts content, feeling it all over my exposed body before climbing out to pleasure myself in the shallow end.