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****** The Clay Pit *****
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Copyright 1994 by ADVNTR123@aol.com
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Cathy started up the rocky path to find Tom as her dog Spot bounded ahead.
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The rough rocky terrain beneath her sandaled feet was difficult and she was
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glad when she reached the summit where the ground leveled off a bit. Here
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the trees offered some shade and Cathy noticed how the ground was no longer
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dry, rocks and sand but now was rich, brown soil. Her battered soles of her
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feet were glad for the change and she was able to move ahead faster.
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The trees thickened as she descended into a slight valley. She could see
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Tom's footprints in the damp soil as she carefully picked her way through the
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brush. Stepping over a tree limb into a clearing, her sandal squished into
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soft, wet clay.
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Not wanting to ruin her sandals, she removed her clean one and stepped out of
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the now mired sandal. Her bare foot sank into the smooth clay, and she
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smiled as the slick mud squished between her toes. She bent down to extract
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the semi-submerged shoe, pulling it free with a slurp.
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She carefully made her way into the clearing. Tom's footprints continued on
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to a churned up area and judging from the large footprints around it.
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"Tom!" she called.
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There was no answer. No matter. He would be back soon.
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It was hot, and Cathys legs were dry and itchy. "I could really use a good
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lotion." she thought. She looked at the bog's cool, inviting and soothing
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surface.
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Setting her sandals by the drier edge, she walked slowly into the soft,
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smooth clay pit. She immediately sank to her calves and the cool clay felt
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wonderful on her dry skin. With each step the cold-cream like mud slurped
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deliciously at her feet, massaging and caressing them in a wet embrace. She
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walked slowly, feeling the cool mud ooze deliciously between her slender
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toes. She walked out of the churned up pit towards a small pool of standing
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water near the center of the clearing. Here the mud engulfed her legs to the
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knee and she noticed that it was thicker and sucked harder at her ankles, but
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was much cooler. The added difficulty gave her a brief rush of fear and this
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in turn provided a surprizing wave of arousal. She thought of turning back,
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but the soft, smooth mud sent ripples of pleasure through her with each step,
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calling her in deeper. She spread her toes and squished in the inviting bog,
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the clay suckling and french kissing her feet. On the other side of the
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claypit she heard the brush rustle.
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"Tom?" she called, pausing a moment.
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She was both startled and relieved to suddenly see Spot's head poke through
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the leaves. With a yip he jumped into the clearing but pulled back when his
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paws landed in the wet clay.
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Cathy laughed.
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"Hold on, boy!" she called. "I'll get you!"
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She walked a few steps forward as the mud got a little deeper. When it
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passed her thighs she stopped and decided to go around . Pulling up on her
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right leg, she found that the bottom was no longer solid, and her left leg
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sank deeper.
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"Oh, great..." she mussed as she tugged at the mired leg. Her shorts were
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getting dirty and she'd have to clean them up when she got back. The cool,
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sticky mud was up to her upper thighs now, and she started to become
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impatient.
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"...ugh... Come on, Cathy!" she snorted, "you made it through worse than this
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in Basic Training!" As she jerked at her muscular legs in frustration, the
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soft curves of her bare feet slipping readily into the soft clay at the
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bottom more easily than the suction tugging at her other foot. Soon she
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found herself stuck up to her hips.
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"Oh, this is a great way to show Tom that I can take care of myself!" she
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muttered. Remembering her girl scout training, she sat back and tried to
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pull up her legs and float out. She found that her feet were now a foot or
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so nearer the surface, but she was also firmly mired up to her chest in the
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goo. After a few moments of kicking, she was no nearer freedom than before.
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The surface wasn't thick enough to support her hands to pull or push herself
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out, and now she could hardly even wiggle her toes in the sucking, thicker
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clay below.
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"At least I'm not sinking..." she thought, resting for a moment. Actually,
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if it weren't for the hard time she was sure Tom would give her, it was quite
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cool and comfortable. The mud supported her evenly and it was wonderfully
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cool and soothing on her hot dry skin.
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Spot wandered around to a point nearer her and barked inquisitively.
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"Oh, don't you give me flack!" she shouted. "I'll be out in a second..."
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she added, resuming her struggles.
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"Then we'll just watch!" Tom's voice called from behind her.
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Cathy spun her head around and saw him laughing along the edge of the bog by
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the path.
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"I noticed that the mud got quite a bit deeper and stickier in the middle - I
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just about lost my probing stick!" he called, then in a mocking tone, "...
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you DID prod along the bottom before you wandered into it, didn't you?"
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Her flushed cheeks indicated that she hadn't thought of this.
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"Just sit still and I'll pull you out." he chided, picking up his muddy
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staff.
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"I ... ugh ... don't need ... ugh ... to be rescued!" Cathy said in between
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struggles, now determined to free herself. It seemed like every time they
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went out hiking she needed to be "resuced" from something or another, and she
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was tired of his constant, chiding remarks.
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As Spot made his way to Tom's side, the two of them sat down to watch the
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show. Cathy was in excellent shape, but her sleek, mud coated body was no
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match for the relentlessly sucking bog.
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"Are you sure that you don't want any help?" he called as he watched the
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shiny, muddy curves of her sholders, brests and arms slowly emerge and sink
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in the rippling chocolate-like liquid. Actually, he was quite content to
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watch, but he thought he should at least offer to help... she always needed
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it.
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She was tiring a bit, but felt like she was making progress. One leg was
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halfway to the surface and she was trying to spread her weight evenly across
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the surface. However, she found that her other leg was firmly in the grip of
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the wet vacuum of the bog. The prospect of so nearly getting free on her own
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caused her to forget the slow movements that had gotten her as far as she
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was, and she began frantically struggling again, trying to jerk the mired leg
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free of the bog's gentle but firm grip. After a few moments of trying to
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free it, she found herself back in as deep as before. She slapped her hands
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into the mud angrily, sending speckles flying everywhere. "How could this
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soft, wonderful goo put up such a fight?!" she muttered.
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"There, there, sweetheart," Tom said consolingly, almost concealing the
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amusement in his voice. "... hold still and I'll help you out." This time,
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Cathy didn't protest as he carefully made his way closer to her suspended
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body. Still on firm bottom, he extended the stick to her. Exhausted and
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beaten, she slowly and laboriously extracted her arms from the muck and
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firmly grabbed the sturdy branch. She watched as Tom's muscular arms rippled
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as he pulled her slowly from the reluctant clay. This combined with the
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mud's soft caresses all over her body and the fullfilment of her "rescued
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damsel in distress" fantasy, sent waves of electricity through her thighs.
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When she was close enough, he grabbed her by the wrists and slid her free of
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her sticky trap. Kneeling beside her he looked at her. She was covered in
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mud up to her neck and her face was spattered brown.
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"I can see you would be a perfect person to mix mud-bricks, since you
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obviously LOVE to get dirty!" he teased. Cathy took a handful of mud and
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pushed it right into his face and began to giggle uncontrollably.
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"I don't know, the look suits you pretty well yourself!" she teased.
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With a laugh, she pushed him back and the two tussled in the mud until both
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were caked, laughing and exhausted. Grasping her warm body in a slippery
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embrace, Tom slid on top of her and drew her close. Her hands slid
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effortlessly across his slick chest and shoulders. Soon his hands slid
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beneath her now hardly noticeable blouse. Her eyes widened as his strong
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hands, now made smooth as butter, massaged her breasts and she felt his hard
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body against her.
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"Maybe we should clean off now?" Tom suggested with a gleam in his eye.
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Cathy smiled and nodded. The two slowly rose from the mire, the added
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weight of the mud reducing them to what seemed like slow motion.
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Stepping behind her, Tom helped her to her feet. "And, Sweetheart, there's
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no shame in needing help from time to time. We're a team, and there are
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times when we'll both need to help each other out of 'sticky' situations."
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He said in a somewhat condicending tone.
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As she turned to face him, he added somewhat mockingly, "...although, it does
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appear that you're the more likely candidate!"
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Tired of his air of superiority, Cathy was about to become upset, but then
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quietly smiled. Moving through the knee-deep slop, slyly and seductively
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caressing his chest, she purred, "Better be nice, 'cause you never know when
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that will be." With a firm shove, she sent a surprised Tom flailing
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backwards into the deep, sticky mire. Sinking immediately to his waist,
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Cathy smiled and tossed a clump of mud at him as she began to wade out of the
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mud pit. Looking back over her shoulder at his stuck, struggling body in the
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tar-like goo, she smiled and said, "Think about that while I wash off and
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find a nice, long branch!"
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