Saras filthy initiation<\/p>\r\n
Sara was a buxom 27 year old with flowing locks of jet black hair.<\/span><\/p>\r\n She exuded sex appeal and didn\u2019t mind flaunting it with her sassy and vivacious attitude.<\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n Her eyes shone with an electric green, which, combined with her devilish smile, was enough to mind-fuck anyone who gazed upon her for long.<\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n She was known to shock her more prudish friends with her outrageous and even downright scatological sense of humor. <\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n Yet despite how wild she liked to present herself, Sara was actually something of a neat freak, bordering on the neurotic. She showered twice daily and spent a small fortune on various scented soaps and conditioners, with which she lavished on her silky black hair and curvaceous womanly body. <\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n Sara had previously worked for a legal firm, and although the position had paid well, it had also proven to be rather stressful. While at the firm, she had only grown more and more dissatisfied until finally she\u2019d decided that something had had to change, the more drastic the better. <\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n That\u2019s when the idea of working on a farm had come to her. She remembered that a close friend of hers, (who happened to be the owner of a dairy farm), had said something about needing a spare hand, only a couple of months earlier (Although to do what, he hadn\u2019t really said). <\/span><\/p>\r\n After making a quick phone call, Sara couldn\u2019t believe her luck when he asked her to come round the very next day for a \u201ctrial\u201d, to see if she was up to it. <\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n This was perfect. It was exactly what she needed and the prospect excited her immensely. <\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n The next day Sara got up bright and early, and after stopping for a coffee at a local coffee shop, she drove up to the farm to meet with John, the farms owner.<\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n John was a slender man, with short dark hair and a days worth of stubble.<\/span><\/p>\r\n Today he was wearing tight blue jeans and a singlet. He also sported heavy rubber boots.<\/span><\/p>\r\n He and Sara had been friends for a long time, but they had never fucked (Despite the fact that Sara would have liked to) this was because she knew that he had a girlfriend, whom she had only met once before. <\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n As Sara got out of her Holden Torana, John greeted her with a kiss.<\/span><\/p>\r\n His lips tasted slightly salty to Sara. She wondered why.<\/span><\/p>\r\n “Hi Sara, it\u2019s great that you could make it. How was the drive up?”<\/span><\/p>\r\n He asked pleasantly.<\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n “The drive was alright, only it was hard to find a good coffee place around here. <\/span><\/p>\r\n By the way, I love how scenic your farm is.”<\/span><\/p>\r\n Said Sara, in a cheery tone.<\/span><\/p>\r\n “Why thank you!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n Said John.<\/span><\/p>\r\n \u201cIt certainly is scenic, and just wait until you see the inside of the cowsheds\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n He joked. <\/span><\/p>\r\n \u201cSo are you really serious about doing this sort of work?”<\/span><\/p>\r\n \u201cAbsolutely\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n Replied Sara enthusiastically.<\/span><\/p>\r\n \u201cJust show me what I have to do and I\u2019ll get right to it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n “Well that\u2019s fine with me. Do you have any experience at working with animals?”<\/span><\/p>\r\n “No” replied Sara honestly.<\/span><\/p>\r\n \u201cUnless you count my cat\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n She added.<\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n “Well you\u2019ll learn fast. Follow me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n John walked Sara though the property and towards one of several large barns, then he paused for a moment.<\/span><\/p>\r\n \u201cYou know, most of the work on the farm can get pretty dirty, and you\u2019re not really dressed for it. Are you sure you can <\/span><\/p>\r\n Handle it?”<\/span><\/p>\r\n Sara didn\u2019t quite follow. Of course she suspected that farm work must get a bit dirty, yet little did she suspect just what was in stall for her.<\/span><\/p>\r\n “I think I can handle it, Mr farmer.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\r\n She said with sarcasm. <\/span><\/p>\r\n \u201cLet me guess, I\u2019ll have to get down on my hands and knees and wade though all sorts of farm muck. Right?\u201d <\/span><\/p>\r\n She thought that would knock the wind out of his sails but it was actually John\u2019s reply that left her feeling a tad uneasy. <\/span><\/p>\r\n “Well yes. Something like that..”<\/span><\/p>\r\n He gave her a wry grin. <\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n John led Sara inside the barn.<\/span><\/p>\r\n As soon as she was inside, Sara was struck by the smell.<\/span><\/p>\r\n Being a city girl, she wasn\u2019t very familiar with this peculiar perfume, but nonetheless she knew exactly what it was; it was the scent of fresh cow manure.<\/span><\/p>\r\n Sara\u2019s heart started beating faster as she wondered just what she\u2019d gotten herself into.<\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n Then John led Sara towards the main barn-stall;<\/span><\/p>\r\n And what a barn-stall it was. Sara got butterflies in her stomach just looking at it. <\/span><\/p>\r\n The ground was about ankle deep in cow dung;<\/span><\/p>\r\n Disgusting, wet, runny, yellowish brown goo.<\/span><\/p>\r\n Flies buzzed around, and the smell was horrendous.<\/span><\/p>\r\n Now Sara understood what John had meant about \u201cNot being dressed properly\u201d.<\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n She looked down at her clean white sneakers, blue shorts and peach colored blouse<\/span><\/p>\r\n and realized just how woefully inadequate her clothing was. <\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n “So..”<\/span><\/p>\r\n Began john.<\/span><\/p>\r\n \u201cWhen I said I needed a spare hand on the farm, basically what I need is someone to scrape out the cow pens. You see, until we get an industrial scraper someone has to clean them out by hand.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n Sara felt her stomach drop. <\/span><\/p>\r\n She hadn\u2019t really known what to expect from farm work, but certainly not this!<\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n \u201cSo do you still want the job?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n Asked John, eyeing Sara intently.<\/span><\/p>\r\n \u201cY-Yes!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n Stammered Sara, surprising herself with how readily the answer came to her. Even though the thought of getting into that filthy cow stall grossed her out immensely, a part of her desperately wanted to do it anyway, although she had no idea why. <\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n Then John grabbed a shovel and began demonstrating how she was supposed to clean the stalls. Casually he scraped up some manure and tossed it over into the nearby trench. It made a wet splat as it hit the bulk of the slurry.<\/span><\/p>\r\n \u201c..And when you\u2019re finished you need to hose the stall down with this.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n He gesticulated to a hose mounted on a nearby wall.<\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n “Now will you be alright if I leave you to it? I have some work to do elsewhere on the farm.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n Asked John. <\/span><\/p>\r\n \u201cI suppose so.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\r\n Replied Sara, somewhat meekly for her.<\/span><\/p>\r\n \u201cGreat! If you need anything just give me a yell. I\u2019ll see you around 12 for a lunch break.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n With that, John gave her a final wave from the barn door and then left, leaving Sara to her task.<\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n Sara looked at the cow pen, and shuddered with disgust. <\/span><\/p>\r\n She still couldn\u2019t believe what she had just agreed to do.<\/span><\/p>\r\n The thought of going into that horrible place made her feel sick, and yet somehow it also enticed her.<\/span><\/p>\r\n She considered going back to her car and driving off, but couldn\u2019t bring herself to do it. <\/span><\/p>\r\n She was going to prove that she wasn’t afraid of getting a little dirty. <\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n Mustering all her courage and taking the shovel that John had so thoughtfully provided, Sara took her first steps into the stinking cow pen.<\/span><\/p>\r\n At once her sneakers sunk deep into the sludge right up to around her ankles, and she started to feel the disgusting sensation of the manure as it crept into her shoes and seeped through her cat patterned socks.<\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n \u201cYuck\u201d she said out-loud.<\/span><\/p>\r\n \u201cThis is so gross.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n Sara took a few steps forward, and had to pause.<\/span><\/p>\r\n The stench was utterly overpowering. She looked around and realized that she was now surrounded by cow filth from all sides. Thankfully the cows had been moved to another barn.<\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n Taking a deep breath (And partly gagging on the smell), Sara grasped her shovel and scooped up a large shovelful of manure, all the while being careful not to lose her balance in the process.<\/span><\/p>\r\n She was surprised at how heavy it was and also noticed that if she wasn’t careful it would slide off the end and fall back onto the floor.<\/span><\/p>\r\n Carefully, she maneuvered her shovelful of dung towards the manure pit and attempted to toss it in. <\/span><\/p>\r\n She flung the shovel over her shoulder, trying as best she could to imitate the way John had done. <\/span><\/p>\r\n Unfortunately she hadn\u2019t put enough force into her swing; consequently the shovel Jack-knifed in mid-air along with its contents. Before she could tell what had happened Sara felt the entire contents of the shovel splatter all over her. She felt as the disgusting brown ooze slid over her face and then dribbled right down the front of her previously peach colored top. <\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n “Oh yuuuuuck!”<\/span><\/p>\r\n She moaned in disgust, grimacing and wiping the cow dung off her as best she could. She opened the bottom of her top so the contents could fall to the ground but the damage had already been done; her top was completely ruined.<\/span><\/p>\r\n This was turning out to be way more disgusting than she\u2019d ever bargained for, and things were only going get worse from here on.<\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n After about an hour or so, Sara started to finally get into the swing of it.<\/span><\/p>\r\n She was scraping up shovel after shovel of manure and flinging them with relative ease, however by now her shoes were so thoroughly clogged that is was becoming quite a challenge for her to maintain her balance. Several times she almost slipped over in the filth, but thankfully she managing to keep her poise.<\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n Despite the grossness of her situation, a part of Sara was really starting to enjoy it. She was beginning to relish all the vulgar squelching sounds that her feet made as she slogged through the cow pen, and even the smell was starting to grow on her.<\/span><\/p>\r\n She was also becoming acutely aware of another sensation that was building inside of her, a sensation that she knew only too well.<\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n Just then Sara slipped. It was bound to happen sooner or later, but did it really have to happen in one of the foulest, most filth encrusted parts of the cow shed?<\/span><\/p>\r\n Probably.<\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n Sara felt her pretty face plummet into the mass of cow slop that lay before her. It seemed to pull her down into it. She could feel it oozing into all her cracks and crevices and for a few moments she felt like she\u2019d been sucked into a world of pure filth. It felt strangely comforting.<\/span><\/p>\r\n Needing air however, she started to pull herself up from the muck. Strands of the thick brownish goo dripped off her as she slowly got to her feet.<\/span><\/p>\r\n She swallowed a breath of air, and felt her lungs fill with the stink of the manure.<\/span><\/p>\r\n \u201cOh dung! This is so damn gross!!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n She exclaimed, as she began to realize that she was now almost completely covered in cow dung.<\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n Then a smile crossed her face.<\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n <\/span><\/p>\r\n For some reason, being covered in all that disgusting mess really turned her on.<\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n Now a mad yearning took hold in her mind. Sara suddenly wanted to get even filthier than she already was. She wanted to see just how far she could go. <\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n Without thinking she started lowering her hands to the barn floor, the filth seemed to be calling to her. <\/span><\/p>\r\n Grasping a handful of cow dung, Sara squeezed so it oozed out between her fingers. <\/span><\/p>\r\n It felt perversely satisfying, and she beamed with delight. Now she was really going to have some fun.<\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n Sara began massaging the filth over her clothes, starting with her legs and working her way up to her hips and her plum, peachy behind.<\/span><\/p>\r\n She paused for a moment and wondered what John would think if he came in and saw what she was up to.<\/span><\/p>\r\n \u201cAh well, who cares.\u201d She thought.<\/span><\/p>\r\n She could always say that she slipped, and there was still time to stop, well maybe.<\/span><\/p>\r\n But Sara had no plans for stopping. Her enfilthment had just begun and there was no turning back now.<\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n She lay herself down on the reeking, manure coated floor, and felt herself becoming enraptured by the stench of the dung. She then began rolling around in it. She writhed around in the manure, moaning and grunting like a filthy farm animal.<\/span><\/p>\r\n It seemed that the dirtier she got, the hornier it made her. Her pussy was swollen and throbbing from all the sensations she was experiencing and before long, she felt the urge to remove some clothiture. <\/span><\/p>\r\n She started by removing her top. It was already soggy with cow poop, and so she tossed it aside not caring where it went. <\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n Then she snapped off her bra. <\/span><\/p>\r\n Her peachy breasts fell right out. Now toplesss, and breathing heavily,<\/span><\/p>\r\n Sara started massaging her tits with handful after handful of fresh cow poo.<\/span><\/p>\r\n She lay down face first in a nearby cow pat, breaking it apart with her face, then she rolled over and began smearing the filth all over herself.<\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n She massaged it over her breasts, and onto her belly. She was becoming intoxicated with the stench of the dung and the sheer vulgarity of what she was accomplishing. A wild feeling of liberation began surging through her body, filling her with sexual energy.<\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n Sara let out a low moan. Her pussy was soaking wet and she was practically cumming.<\/span><\/p>\r\n <\/p>\r\n Just then she heard footsteps coming towards the barn.<\/span><\/p>\r\n It was john, but behind John was another set of footsteps, it was John\u2019s girlfriend Audrey!<\/span><\/p>\r\n