Cleo by DJM (f, mud, mast, grim) Cleo, taking a well deserved day off from her modeling gig, had spent the day sunbathing at the beach. The beach was private, reachable only from a long series of stairs from the bluff above. She was worried, and hurting. Even with the sunscreen she had used she had become burned. She knew that Maggie, her agent, was going to be pissed and that she would probably miss her next few photo shoots. She took off her bikini to rinse the coconut sunscreen from her body. The bikini was designed to match her green eyes and compliment her short curly red hair but it was not designed to get wet. She cavorted in the water for a while, dried herself off, and put the bikini back on. She put on her clogs and looked up towards the top of the bluff. She did not relish the idea of climbing all those stairs in her sunburned state. Off to her right was the estuary that led to the back bay. Her bungalow was located a few hundred yards up the creek and the road leading to it ran right next to the creek. Cleo started walking along the bank, carefully avoiding the muddy surface of the creek. The mud looked so cool and inviting that she thought about stopping to laying in the mud to ease her burned body but she knew it was getting late and her friends would probably worry if she was gone much longer. After walking for a few minutes she came across a large log that was too big to go around. She stepped up onto the log and started to jump back to the bank. But the log was slippery with moss and she slipped into the mud, taking several steps to regain her balance and losing her clogs in the process. She tried to pull her legs out but only managed to drive them deeper, up to her knees. Still the mud felt great so she decided to have some fun. She reached down and scooped up a couple of handfuls of mud and started to smear it on the rest of her legs. The mud was so soothing that she decided to cover the rest of her burned body. She took off her bikini again and tossed it behind her. She pumped her long lithe legs to drive herself deeper into the mud. She took more mud and smeared across her belly and nicely toned ass. Cleo sighed with relief as the mud cooled her body. As the mud reached the inside of her thighs she discovered that not only was the mud cooling her off put it was making her hot. Unaware, or perhaps uncaring, about the danger she redoubled her efforts to sink into the mud. She smeared the mud over her breasts feeling her nipples harden. She let out a small moan and scooped up more mud to cover her arms, face and head. As the mud reached her waist she drove her hands down into the mud and, using her fingers, spread her pussy wide open to allow the mud to enter. It did so willingly and she pumped her legs even harder and rocked her body side by side. As she sank deeper her downward motion and the pressure of the mud forced more mud into her so that she no longer had to use her fingers to help it along. When the mud touched the bottom of her breasts she tried to raise her hands to massage them but found her hands were as stuck as her feet. She moaned louder as the mud covered her breasts, her fingers skillfully massaging her clit. She was having difficulty breathing now, the weight of the mud pressing down on her as her shoulders slipped beneath the surface. As the mud reached her chin she came, letting out an orgasmic scream that echoed around the glen, a scream that was cut short by the mud filling her mouth. She opened her mouth wider to accept more of her latest and last lover. Her orgasmic convulsions drove her even deeper into the mud, covering her head. The mud continued to shake as orgasm after orgasm wracked her body, her mouth, throat and pussy filling with the loving mud until all motion stopped. Cleo's friends came looking for a few hours later but the tide had returned and washed her bikini away and smoothing out the mud where their friend had met her joyous end.