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Dirty Poker - Part Two of Two
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<<<<Dirty Poker - Part Two of Two>>>>
"Well, let's see," she pondered. "If you *really* want to see your
four aces beat my four little Jacks..." she taunted, betraying
her assumptions, "...I'd give you a hundred to bet ... if you get
*completely* covered... I mean hair, face, ears *filled* and
everything...AND if you wear it until sundown!" It was only about
3:30, and she knew that as the mud dried it would crack and
pinch... as well as become miserable and next to impossible to
wash out of my hair and ears! Dana whistled in admiration; that was
truely a horible fate... But *I* knew what was in my hand!
"Now that's kind of steep for you just getting a little dirty!" I
protested, hoping to drive up the stakes. By now Steve, covered
in mud up to his neck, had returned. He sat next to Dana, who
was not about to miss a bit of who would get the final pot!
"I'll agree to that bet only on the condition that if you loose,
it's the same depth of mud, but you have to throw your swimsuit
out to shore before you get out!"
"Oooooh!" Steve and Dana cooed in fiendish admiration. Either
way, they had everything to gain and nothing more to lose.
"Do it! Do it!" they chanted.
Candi paused a second, trying to read my thoughts. I
suddenly decided to try a "mind bluff". I imagined as
hard as I could that I had two aces in my hand... and felt the
confidence that she only had four of a kind as well. For a split
second this seemed so real that I had a moment of self-doubt,
and fear, wondering WHAT I had been thinking betting so
wildly?!
Although I hadn't realized it, she shouted "You twitched! Ooooh,
you almost had me! You're getting the works! Agreed! and..."
throwing in her chips, said confidently, "I ... call!"
There was about five seconds of silence as I laid my two royal
hearts next to the face-up cards. Steve shouted a lung-filling
cheer of joy and Dana looked sympathetically at Candi, who
stared at the cards in disbelief.
Part Three: Pay Up Time!
Steve led Candi up to the mudhole, singing a minstrel's song
about the superiority of male intelect while Candi sullenly followed,
quietly muttering over and over: "son-of-a-bitch, ..." As the
procession reached the edge, Dana volunteered to find the
'perfect' spot, since she had to get muddy anyway. For about ten
minutes she slogged through the mud, stopping in places, wiggling
in and with the sensitivity of a true mud connoisseur, then
savoring it a moment before shaking her head, "Nah!" This only
built up the drama and dread for Candi, who awaited the passing
of sentence.
Finally, Dana ventured over near a patch of reeds, where the mud
looked darker and slicker. Nearing it, she plunged from knee-
deep to waist-deep in one step. Little bubbles rose in the
surrounding goo as she shouted "Yes! This is it!" She wiggled
in up to her required neck and then floated back up to her chest.
"Oh, yes! This is it for sure!" she confirmed, wallowing contentedly.
She half slid, half swam out to the edge, and slowly crawled to
shore. Her body was coated with an oily-like slime that slowly
oozed around her curves. Steve and I watched with appreciation
as her large breasts slid and oozed back and forth, lubricated
with the mire. Candi still had a shocked look on her face.
"Nooo, not there!" she whined. But Steve and I, hormones flowing
freely, took her one on each arm and escorted her to her point of
fate. Dana smeared a glob onto her chest, painting in her
cleavage. "See, it's not so bad..." she lied. Candi whined like
a siren.
Reaching the shore by the spot Dana had selected, We escorted
her in a few steps, then pointed the way. She balked, her feet
stepping in and out of the same place, he mud slurping
deliciously around her calves. "Noooooooo..." she whined... but
the jury did not sympathize. She started to sink in deeper.
Dana waded in to help her. "Come on, it's not so bad... you'd
pay a fortune for this treatment at the salon!" she consoled.
Slowly they made their way to the churned up spot, approaching it
from the other direction.
Suddenly, Candi's leg disappeared full to the waist! She squealed
her patented squeal as the other foot broke through and she sank
slowly up to her mid-rift. Dana was a little bit shorter and so
when she broke through the supporting lower layer, she sank
almost to her huge breasts.
"This is like slimy oil or butter!" Candi bitched. "and there's
not any solid footing... my feet just slide along the bottom!"
Dana smiled and smearing a big handful of the muddy grease onto
Candi's back. "That's what makes it feel *so good*!"
The shore crew cheered in approval, as the two beautiful women
wallowed and slid in the mud, trying to keep their balance. Soon
they worked their way in, stabilizing as the surrounding mire
supported them. Dana quickly laid back, floating. Her toes
emerged from the mud a few feet in front of her, wiggling
happily. Candi, however, kept her clean hands safely above the
surface and worked her way down to her armpits.
"Come on! Up to your neck! ...and throw us that swimsuit!"
Another whine signaled her reluctance. Bending her knees, she
sunk slowly to her neck but kept her perfect red nails topside.
"I can't take my swimsuit off... I'll ruin my nails!" she
pleaded.
"Give her a hand!" Steve called to Dana.
"No!" shouted Candi as Dana got a devilish look on her face and
approached menacingly. As Dana reached Candi, she lurched at
her neck strap, where the suit was tied together. Candi grabbed
at her, trying to hold her back without getting her nails too
filthy, but succeeded only in pushing both of them off balance.
They plunged into the rippling bog with a splosh!
As Steve and I cheered, Candi emerged, covered in goo, and
Dana's hand firmly grasping the now undone top of Candi's
swimsuit! As she pulled down, she gave the shock-paralyzed
Candi a little push, sending her floating on her back and her legs
flailing helplessly in the mud. As Dana held high the trophy
and wound up to toss it to shore, Candi looked at her oozing,
slime-covered hands and toes (which had now floated to the top
and emerged from the mire like ten tiny mud-monsters) and in a
firm voice announced revenge was at hand. She squealed and
grabbed Dana's top, pulling hard and popping the tiny strap.
Dana, off balance from her throw, managed to toss the suit
almost to shore, but was unable to immediately defend herself
and lost her top completely as she fell back! Candi lightly
tossed it towards the center of the mud pond and shouted "Now
it's even!"
Both of the girls slowly circled each other, trying to keep their
naked breasts under the mud. The two temporary enemies
calculated their attack. Suddenly Dana made a move. The
beauties grappled solidly, rising up out of the bog, their
incredible breasts glistening in the mud. Steve and I groaned in
ecstasy! They tried to get a firm grip on each other, but the
coating was just too slick. Their groping hands raced across
their arms, their shoulders, their breasts... but there wasn't a
firm hand hold anywhere. Suddenly Candi's long arm plunged under
the surface and judging from Dana's expression, grabbed her
right in the crotch. As she triumphantly raised Dana's bikini
bottom, she shouted "Now you can feel this shit ooze up *your*
ass too!" ...and she tossed the bottom near it's mate. Dana
reattacked and the two completely nude mud-warriors wallowed and
wrestled in the bog. Various body parts would emerge from time
to time, and whenever a shiny tit or ass appeared, Steve and I
shouted "Hoop! There it is!"
After a bit, they stopped, looking at each others mud covered
faces. They snickered, then burst into laughter, as they
petted each other's caked hair. They gave each other a long,
slippery hug of reconciliation.
"What are we giving these guys a free show for? Let's get out
suits and get out of here!" Candi said.
Steve and I looked at each other, and in unspoken agreement, ran
as fast as our alcohol laden legs would take us to the unclaimed
swimsuits lying in the mud about midway between us and the girls.
I ventured out into the center, as Dana made her way towards the
lumps of muddy material. Steve stumbled and fell twice as he
made his way through the goo toward Candi's one piece. Many wine
coolers had me really buzzing but fortunately Dana had a lot of
trouble extracting herself from the sucking mire. The mud was
thigh-deep where her bikini landed, and as I crawled across the
surface, I reached it just seconds ahead of Dana. Out of the
corner of my eye I saw Steve's fallen, mud-caked body rise from
the pit, hand holding high the swimsuit. The last I saw of them
was Candi's naked, glossy black buns chasing a large laughing, black
blob toward the lake. My attention was required closer to home.
Dana's slimy arms reached around my neck, and she leaned hard on
me. The added weight almost forced me under, my feet floundering
for solid ground. Finding a semi-solid surface, I set my feet
firmly under me and pushed up. I lifted Dana's body up out of
the mud, and held her, admiring her gorgeous chocolate-like
body. She stopped struggling and wiggled contentedly, as my feet
slowly squished into the thick clay bottom. She planted a big,
wet, muddy kiss on my lips, her tongue probing into my welcome
mouth. Lost in the moment, I returned the favor, and we groaped
in a long, passionate embrace.
After a timeless moment, Dana looked down and then with a smile,
pushed off from me. I expected her to drop the foot or so into
the slimy upper mud with a big splash, but to my surprise, she
just slid straight back... Totally enraptured in her kiss, I
hadn't noticed that I had sunk deep into the sticky clay bottom!
As I struggled to attempt to extract one foot, the thick clay
held my foot and leg solidly in it's grip, now up to my knees!
No air could reach the clay to release the suction and the oozing
mud above it was too thick to flow down either. The suction
wouldn't allow my legs to escape, only to squish deeper, which I
found was the result when I struggled. Dana grinned smugly from
arms reach away, as I floundered in up to my shoulders. Then, as
buoyancy supported my weight, I hung helplessly in the mud's
bonds.
"My, my..."she scolded. "What a situation you've gotten yourself
into!"
I pushed futility downward with my arms: the mud refused to
relinquish me without a more solid surface upon which to push.
"Nope... you're *stuck*!" she confirmed. "You're going *nowhere*
without my help!... Now what can you offer me for assistance?"
she asked, licking her lips.
"I'm in too deep for ... certain parts ... of my body to be of
any good..." I said.
"I'll take a rain check on *that*!" she said with a smile. "but
we need something to ... sweeten the pot... first." she added
hungrily.
My hands worked up through the molten goo as her body oozed
closer. I felt her slippery breasts first, and kneaded them much
to her delight. As she pulled in closer, my other hand began
trying to grasp her smooth, slick body, caressing every curve.
As my hands made their way to her slick buns, she let out a quite
moan, exciting me even more. The thick mud at the bottom fought
against my ever-hardening "resolve", but in the end the mud was
no match for it's insistence. Dana's hand reached down and upon
discovering my arousal, opened her eyes wide, gasped loudly as she
gripped it tightly. My frictionless hands probed every curve
and crevasse of her body, finally settling into the one spot that made
her eyes bubble! As we kissed a final time we simultaneously
exploded in loud, lung-splitting cries!
Steve and Candi later told us they thought for a moment that there was
a wild animal attack, but then soon realized *what* it was, and
after cleaning up, decided to head back up to the cabin...
About an hour later, we made our way to the lake, where the cold
water and the setting sun made us regret leaving our warm,
wonderful mud pit. Back at the cabin, Candi had started
supper... steaks... she knew we'd have an appetite!
To this day, whenever the four of us are together, it's only a matter
of time before Dana would chime the ever popular phrase that had
for so long been Candi's:
"Poker, anyone?"
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