Subject: Inc scat beast bg Mg

The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any actual person living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not condone any sexual acts by minors or involving non consensual sex acts. All sexual activity should be done by consenting people of legal age only.

I LIKE MUD

“I Like Mud.” said Maryann as she sat down next to Patrick. Patrick had gone up to an enclosed sound proof section allowing parents to bring their young children with out distracting the worshipers. She wanted to tell him her story. She brought with her a pitcher of ice tea, and two glasses. She had already told him about when her parents and other parents went to the church camp for a weekend in which to allow them to learn about sex, and to be able to safely explore others. This story is a bit more unusual and Maryann did not want Patrick to be disgusted by what she tells him.

Patrick picked up on her nervousness turning his full attention towards Maryann. Maryann stared at the casket as she started her story.

I was just over 10.

I sat naked on the cushioned storage bench, next to the widow looking out towards the south. Listening and watching the rain, as it hit the window, counting the seconds it took the thunder to catch up to the lightening. I thought about my brother TJ who had gone to math camp to study calculus. Touching myself as I recalled being in bed naked with him cuddling up to his chest feeling his newly acquired mussels and smelling the sweat he gained from the chores he would do around the ranch. Thinking about all the times I would sneak into his room after Mom and Daddy went to bed and getting up early to sneak back into my room.

My parents knew about us, but we always thought we were keeping some big secret from them.

I welcomed the early morning. Best to enjoy the June day before it became too hot and humid. I reluctantly put on my cut off shorts which had become shorter and tighter in the previous few months, a large white t-shirt worn by TJ still containing his scent, and a pair of sandals Daddy had bought for me. Once outside I ditched the sandals to walk barefoot in the cool wet grass, picking dandelions and placing some in my hair while carrying the others in a small bouquet imaging walking down the isle to marry my brother,TJ, in an out door wedding in the large backyard.

I walked through the trees on the west side, coming to a muddy trail leading out to the hay field. I stepped in to the cool mud squishing it between my toes, listening to the sound of the mud under my feet.

Well there was not enough mud.

I took a bucket filled with water to the trail pouring it on the road, making a bit more mud. I even dug some dirt up and put it in the trail until I had a long trail of mud. Walking through it once more I checked to make sure the mud felt right.

I dropped my tight cut off shorts grabbed my t-shirt pulling it over my head hanging it on a tree.

I enjoy being naked. I checked my breasts, to see if they were getting bigger. Every since they started to grow I was always examining them. I would look at them in he bathroom. I would slip in to bed naked and examine my body. I had a small amount of hair near my slit. But I wanted to grow up so fast. I wanted to look like the women I knew,

They sat looking down towards the coffin. The family wanted the coffin left in the sanctuary. Damian a former caretaker for the church arrange for them to be alone, providing people to sit guard at the doors to the sanctuary. When she suggested she enjoyed being naked, Patrick was more then happy oblige.

“Would you like to get naked now?” Patrick hoped she would say yes. He wondered how big her breast have grown,

Maryann said “Yes.” stood up and slip out of her high heals, removed the long black dress, her bra and panties. With a look of annoyance she stared at Patrick sitting in the pew like he was at a strip club. “You know I am not going be doing this alone?”

“Oh.” Patrick said as he realized his rudeness. “Sorry” Patrick stood up unbuttoned his shirt, while Maryann waited for Patrick to catch up. He soon was off with his shirt, shoes and sliding down his pants, as Maryann then removed the remainder of her clothes. The stood facing each other Patrick admiring Maryann's strong legs, her flat belly and strong arms. She was quite fit, not at all as anorexic she would look in her dress.

The sat on a blanket placed in the room for used by the parents bringing their children in.

Patrick sat down next to Maryann took a sip of his tea. Maryann drank the entire glass, setting the empty glass down and continued her story.

I walked back a few feet from my long mud slide took a deep breath before I ran to the cool mud sliding in head first. The mud is cool as I slip through it. I could feel it in my slit. Coming to a stop I rolled around in it. It felt very cool and I enjoy getting messy.

My scream of sheer delight must have been what drew my daddy's attention. When he arrived I am not sure but I had rolled in the mud, and spread the mud all over my chest before I saw him. He was leaning against a oak tree watching me, his large belly shaking as he laughed.

“Having fun?” Daddy asked. .

“Yea, why don't you come and play with me?” was my reply.

For a brief moment I was very happy when I heard Daddy say “Sound like fun, I would love too.” then my joy turned to bit of sadness when he continued and said “But I have to work on some stuff.”

Tears flowed down Maryann's face. Patrick brought out one of his various handkerchiefs giving it to Maryann,

“When you are done, make sure you are completely clean before even touching those clothes or your mother will be very upset. If you need any help with clean up just call out and I should hear you. The tub next to the barn, has water again both hot and cold water hookups”

“OK” I said. I stood up and made running jump into the muddle puddle sliding in head first. I looked back Daddy was still watching smiling at me. He waved goodbye as he turned around, walking towards the barn, and the chores awaiting him.

Patrick finished his first glass of tea,Maryann refilled both glasses.

Now while I was playing in the mud I noticed a familiar smell. Mixed into this mud there was a bit of horse manure. You might think I would get out of the mud and wash myself off right away, instead I was excited by my discovery, I rubbed the bit of mud containing some horse manure on me, and not just anywhere I rubbed it right on my slit. I am not completely sure why I chose to rub it there but I so enjoyed it. I started looking for more mud containing horse manure, but it was all I found.

I played for a long time, and I was caked with mud. I walked to the tub located in a shed. next to the barn. I filled the tub with hot water, shouting out slowly “DADDY!!! I am ready for my....” Something made me wanted to say 'fuck' I paused trying to get the courage to say it. But I said “BATH!!”. Yet I was thinking about 'fuck' The weekend 'camping' trip was fun as I lost my cherry to my brother TJ, but I wanted my Daddy. I wanted Daddy to hold me, kiss me and love me. It was then I started to hate my mother. She got to fuck Daddy. She got to do the thing I wanted to do.

I turned the water off, and got in to the tube as daddy, came in. He knelt next to the tub helping me scrape of the Mud.

“I should take the hose to you.” Daddy Said but he kept cleaning the mud off. After most of the mud was off, I got out and he pulled the plug. Later it was my job to clean out the tub. I decided not use the tub again if I played in the mud. Daddy hooked the showers for me, he knew I would be playing in the mud again.

A few days later, I was riding ‘Chestnut'. He was a quarter horse, I had Chestnut since she was born. He was my second horse. .I rode him while I looked for a place to make some mud. I found a nice spot near the horses, between two rows of pine trees. The grass was dug up. . I got off chestnut, secured him to the fence, It was not long enough for me to slide as much as I did before, it was far enough to be out of sight but so far I couldn’t get to the shower dad had just put up by the sauna. It was a few feet from the well we would used to get water for the horses. It had a hose hooked up to it which allowed be to bring to the hole I dug. I begin pumping, and soon water poured out of the hose, getting bit of my pants wet. I brought the hose to the hole spraying water into the hole. I add some more dirt and soon the hole was muddy. I took off my clothes placing them in the saddle bag. I step in the mud sucked my foot in up to the ankle. I sat down in the mud grabbing handfuls of mud throwing it on my legs burying them. I laid down in the mud pulling mud over me on to my chest. My hair filled with mud, soon only my face was not covered. I tried to get up and roll around, but the mud was to heavy.

I was trapped.

I started to wiggle a bit as I worked my way out I was a scared I would not get free. I shouted out but did not hear any response. I continued to wiggle.

“Don’t worry honey, I will get you out.” It was Daddy, he stood above me. He stepped in to my hole and moved the mud off me. My feet were free, and he asked me to move my toes. My feet were cleared of mud, Dad, grabbed his knife from his pocket

It was then that I noticed he too was naked and his clothes were on the side of the hole.

He took the blade out, and the dull end of the blade was placed on the bottom of his foot, moving it up and down. I laughed and squirmed a bit, knocking some of the mud of my leg. .

“Well it looks like you may not be as stuck as I thought.” He dug me out. His hand pushed off some mud, my body shook as I felt his large hands on my skin. He reached down grabbed my hand and pulled me up. I gave Daddy a big hug, getting mud over his chest, brushing it off is hairy chest and large belly, He rubbed some mud off my chest. He brushed off my breast, smiling after noticing I was developing breasts. He flicked off mud from my nipple continuing to flick my nipples even as the mud was gone. I could feel his penis growing. I never thought I could have such an effect on Daddy. “Thank you Daddy!” not just for freeing me but for responding in the way that told me I was sexy. I hugged him again trying to get a better feel of his penis. I released him and started brushing off more mud going from his belly down to his cock. It felt enormous like a horses cock. It grew as I brushed it off.

I was so excited to see my Daddy naked. He did not have the perfect body, but I loved it. Seeing it naked being able to touch it. To see how my touch could excite him. I loved sitting in his lap, cuddling with him while he sat in his recliner. But the thought of him and I nude as we cuddle, excited me. I knelled now my face next to his cock. Daddy looked down at me and I looked into his eyes. He knew what I wanted. He smiled at me, and I hope for him to nod. I needed to know it was ok. I had been afraid to stick a penis in my mouth, but Linda had used a dildo to teach me. It was fun learning, and I wanted to show Daddy what I had learned.

“Well since we are already muddy, let’s just stay and play a bit” Daddy smiled at me, bent down on the ground, took a handful of mud we had just brushed off and placed it on top of my head. I screamed, broke away from Daddy and grabbed a hand full of the drying mud, throwing it at him. He grabbed me, carrying me back over to the mud hole and rolled me around with him, as we played..

Soon I was exhausted.

We quit playing and Daddy held me in his arms as we walked backed over to the outdoor bath and shower. The water started, tested the temperature of the water, and when it was right we step into the shower together. The mud flowed off our body and soon we were nearly mud free. I saw a small amount of mud near my Daddy’s penis; I said “Oh we missed a spot.” I then brushed off the mud from his penis which began to grow in the grip of my hand. “Let me check you.”Daddy said turning me around, he reached down to my butt and brushed off something. He slid down his hand from behind and down between my legs, rubbing my slit clean of mud. It felt so good, I could not help but moan a bit. We soon were clean, but soaking wet.

We walked out of the shower, Daddy took me over to the sauna, he had already a fire started and the sauna was hot, we entered it together. Steamed rose as Daddy poured water over the rocks, and wet sat in there sweating. We sat next to each other. Daddy grabbed my hand. I got up and sat in his lap as I was able to cuddle with hm. Our naked bodies together. We talked about making a place for me to play in the mud. Enough to have fun but not to much I would sink in and get stuck.

“You wanted to play with me today?”

“Sure, I may not always be able to play in the mud with you but once in a while it will be fun.”

We looked at each other face to face. “I enjoy spending time with you. I know we won’t always have the time but we will play more.” He gave me a kiss, but I wanted to kiss him more. As I sat in his lap, I grabbed his cock stroking it. Daddy leaned back, closed his eyes and groaned. I leaned my ear against his hairy chest listening to his heart. His hand brushing my hair, as I continue to stroke his long hard cock. It was a moment I did not want to end.

I leaned down, taking his cock in my mouth. It was bigger than TJ's.. He looked down at me saying “You don't have to do anything if you don't want.”

“But Daddy I have been thinking about this a lot lately. Ever since you taught us about sex. How it is normal and enjoyable. I want to give you joy Daddy”.I stuck out my tongue using it to touch the tip of his big cock. I had been with Linda learning more since camp. She helped me practice by using a strap on and pretending she was a man.

I put my practice time with Linda to use. She would always have to tell me if it was being done right. With Daddy, his moans told me that. He would caress my hair, pulling it back putting my scrunchie back on. With out having to worry about my hair I inserted part of my Daddy's cock into my mouth, then let it out. I then took a bit more of my Daddy's cock. I repeated this until I had his cock deep into my mouth. I could not fit his entire cock in to my mouth, but my entire mouth was filled with his cock. . And I did not gag. He held the back of my neck pressing it against him. I breath through my nose.

“Oh Sweetheart! It's...It's...” He did not have to finish his sentence. I could feel him squirting in to my mouth. He held my head in place as he shot his load in to me. I swallowed it all. When he was finished He released my head. I took a deep breath after my mouth was free. I looked up to my Daddy's face. He had such a big smile, and I had a huge smile as I looked up. I stood up and Kissed my Daddy. Not our ordinary polite kiss, but a full on 'adult' kiss as I would call it. We broke off my kiss, I stared into his eyes, grabbed his cock. I stroked it until it was hard. I aim it at the edge my slit, I pushed down, letting it slowly enter me. I never looked away from Daddy's eyes. As slowly worked by up and down his cock, we stared into each of ours eyes. We stared at each other as we fucked in the sauna.

Daddy lifted me up in his strong arms. He stood up, and I continued to ride his cock. He walked me out. We walked into the showers he stood still, lifting me up and down his cock.

I will always remember our first time naked in the sauna.

When he squirted in me we did not care. I had started to get my periods, but did not yet have birth control. But if Daddy had...

Maryann started to cry.

If Daddy had made a baby in me. I would have his child. We would raise the child, my son would have been raised as my little brother.

She glanced at Patrick. He remained looking at the coffin as he spoke “So JR is your son?”

“Yes and I am glad he knew Daddy at his Father. I am so close to him I think it may break his heart if he found out the whole truth. I don't want him to know yet. Maybe in the furture”

“I knew your mother was never pregnant. I thought your Dad did not want me around you because he came home and caught me masturbating while I watched you play in the mud. I nearly got caught when TJ came out to work on the chores he was suppose to have done before his father came home. He had all day to do it but kept putting it off. Watching you naked playing in the mud hole you had so carefully made. I wanted to jump in with you, but I did not want you to be scared. I would not ever want to cause you harm or scare you.”

“ I know the day you are talking about.” Maryann continued her story.

Sometime later I was in the mood for getting muddy. Daddy was gone but Mom and TJ was home. I told her I was going on a ride with chestnut, but Mom told me I should wait until Daddy could ride with me. So I told her I was going for a walk, and headed out. Mom was so protective of me, at that time I hated it. But now I was glad she cared so much. I walked to the shower by the barn, I took off my clothes setting them down to where I would be at after I cleaned up. I had a few towels stored in the barn which I grabbed and set next to a bench, by the shower. I walked across the grass, I could be in view of the house, and was excited at thought of Mom catching a glimpse of me. I walked to the trees. It was four rows pine trees planted by my great grandfather. They kept the ground clear, it was great place for picnics and 'games'. Between the third row of trees and the fourth row was some gardens spots. It was the spot where daddy had made for my mud games.

I prepared my mud. I sat at the edge of the mud pit sticking my feet in, it was the right consistency but it was missing an ingredient..

I got up walked with my muddy feet to the horses, I opened the fence making sure to close it behind me. I grabbed a shovel. I looked around as I approached the pile. I did not want to get caught. The thought of what I was going do excited me.

I took a some horse manure in the shovel, as much as I could carry.

I walked to the gate, set the shovel down, opened the gate and then took out the shovel with the manure, again making sure the gate was shut. I did not want to have my time interrupted with chasing horses. I threw the manure into the mud hole. I poured some water on the manure, and broke it up with the shovel. I continued to mix it until I could no longer see the manure yet excited by the smell and the thought of rolling around in my mixture. I made another trip for another shovel full of the horse shit. It was the first time I even thought about the word. I even spoke it out loud. It was then I first called it shit and avoided calling it manure, only using it around others.

I mixed the second shovel load in so it was not noticeable. Well I could smell it still. The smell was so intoxicating exciting me. I stepped in to the mud, and immediately needed to pee. My feet was so muddy, and the bathroom was so for away. I may not be able to get back.

Well I realized then I did not have to walk to the bathroom. I crouched down in the mud, and pissed into the mud, Some of it landing on my leg. I like the warmth of it on my body. And now my mixture, included my piss.

Well the next step seemed like an obvious decision.. I bore down hard. I could it feel it moving inside. I place my hand at the entrance but I could not feel it. I left my hand at the entrance . When my load arrived I took much of it in my hand, while the other dropped to mud below

I pulled it so I could look at my own shit. I sat down in the mud, some of my shit rubbing on my butt. I just sat there fascinated by my own shit. I took some on a finger. I smelled it, and then stared at.. Then I quickly took my finger into my mouth and licked off the shit from my finger.

It tasted like shit.

But I got so excited. I started to devour the remaining shit I held in my hand. I was so focused on eating my shit I did not pay attention to anything around. But I know I heard the screen door slam shut. I looked towards the house, its view blocked by the barn. I quickly finished eating my shit. I laid down in my muddy mixture. It spread over my body, I sat up. Seeing TJ as he came around the barn.

“I remember hearing the door. Its what drew my attention. I was a t the ranch doing some cleaning, your dad made sure I did not work on any of the things he had asked TJ to work on. So while I could do more, I didn't I had some time on my hands. I looked out. I did not see you doing anything with your own shit. You were covering your naked body with the mud. I started to masturbate. I stayed in the office at the ranch, TJ did not have any chore in the office. So I hoped he would not come in. I kept masturbating. Your breasts were coming in so nicely, I now understand why. You looked so much like your mother. I wanted to join you in the mud. I am sorry for the thought I had. I wanted to do a bit more then play with you in the mud.”

Maryann got up going to a cabinet located in the room. Patrick watched fully tanned body. Not even a tan line on her ass. Patrick loved looking at her naked body. She cam back with some lotion. She put some no her hand, then stroke Patrick's cock. Getting it stiff, and slowly stroking it as she sat next to him telling her story.

I shouted to TJ, and he came over to me to see what I wanted.. I wanted him to join me, but he had been procrastinating all day and had only about an hour before Dad planned to be home, and if he did not have his chores done, he would be grounded. I was mad at him. I wanted to get muddy with him, and have him fuck me while we were covered with mud. I could make out someone was in the office. I saw some one standing there, I did not recognize you, but I thought it was you. I did not know you were masturbating. I was not sure how much you saw but It excited me to think someone may have saw, and I was a bit scared. I wanted someone, anyone, to fuck me.

Maryann continued to stroke Patrick's cock. They both looked ahead staring at the coffin. “I miss Daddy.” Tears filled Maryann's eyes, flowing down her cheek. “Fuck me Patrick.” . Patrick looked at Maryann, nodding yes. She stood up. Her back towards Patrick, she kept her eyes on the coffin. She grabbed his cock, lining it up to pussy, she slid down filling her pussy with his cock. “Oh Daddy” She said tears coming down her face. Patrick tried not to think of his guilt, he did not want to lose his erection. He was glad he could help the family work through their grieve. He grabber her breasts, steadying her as she rode him.

She got off his dick, and lined it up to her ass. Patrick was happy to fuck her ass. What ever she wanted. The lotion had worked as lube. He stood up, leaned her against the pew ahead. She hung on to the pew, as Patrick increased his speed. Maryann shouted now “DADDY OH FUCK ME. ONE MORE TIME. PLEASE DADDY! DON'T GO! STAY HERE. GET UP DADDY! DADDY! DADDY!”. She started balling. Patrick was slowing down.

“Don't Stop Patrick!” She reached around grabbed his ass and pulled him forward. Patrick kept going, Maryann rubbed her clit. So she reached orgasm. And Patrick squirted a small amount, but was mostly drained already. Free from his cock, Maryann turned towards him looked into his eyes kissing, kissed him. She looked down at his cock, filled with her shit. Kneeling down she cleaned her shit of from his cock.

After it was clean, Patrick said “I got to piss.” She put her mouth onto his cock, looking up to Patrick, nodding at him. He smiled and let his piss flow into her mouth, as she swallowed every drop.

“Thank you” Patrick said.

“Your welcome, I have to piss too.” She took him by the hand. They entered the bathroom located in the section. The floor was tiled and had a drain in it. Patrick bent down and Maryann empty her bladder, the piss flowing down his body.

They wiped off. Got dressed. Then headed down to the casket. Patrick opened the door allowing other family and friends to gather again. The service had been over for some time, but the memories continued.