Rained off
by Aristocatch

You will have read my account of the challenge that was given after a friendly hockey match and the rather less friendly challenge that followed the return match. At the time I wrote that I thought it unlikely that further friendly matches would be arranged with that team – and I wasn't wrong! Hockey matches continued being just that until not far short of two years later.

On our way to a match it began raining heavily, which soon became an absolute downpour. We were not due to play at the main ground of our opponents, but at a rather remote site where a new pavilion had been built (with Lottery money?), to provide sports facilities away from the main town. We dashed from the car park into the pavilion and stood there watching the hockey pitch turn into a boating lake!

As quickly as it had started the rain stopped, but not before rendering the ground impracticable. There was no chance we could play hockey and just to mock us so it seemed, the sun promptly came out.

It seemed a pity having come some distance to get back into cars and return, and the sun was shining. Their captain thought likewise, and suggested that we at least get changed. She explained that there was a rarely used rugby pitch adjoining and at least we could have a run around on that.

With the sunshine streaming down everyone was quite glad of the idea of getting some exercise so we all changed and leaving our hockey sticks in the pavilion we all went outside to find that the rugby pitch had obviously been used recently and was in a terrible state and an absolute quagmire. Our captain called their captain over and the two had a chat, after which it was pointed out to us that the ground was too wet to even go running, but could be turned to our advantage for a silly game!

The silly game initially proposed produced some hostility, but with further suggestions forthcoming, a new idea soon saw the light of day; that all the players be limited to the inside of the rugby pitch, that each team try to strip the other of their clothes and cover the players in mud! Given the remote nature of the ground there seemed little chance of passers by interrupting proceedings and it was stressed, especially by our captain, that it was just fun, no winners or losers. Clearly she still remembered the second challenge.

Six of our team had been playing during the challenge and after what had happened there, a little fun in the mud was quite proper and sedate. Indeed none of the players needed persuading and the two women who had come to umpire begged to join in.

We decided to remove our shoes and to play in socked feet, to avoid any damage being caused by the studs. Each team lined up under the opposing goalposts and began moving towards each other. Some ran, or at least tried to, given the conditions. Others, including myself, set off at a more sedate and less tiring pace.

The fastest girls met near the centre and began trying to wrestle each other into the muddy puddles. By the time I approached the most advanced members of the opposition they were either rolling around and already almost unrecognisable, or grappling one on one, on their feet.

One couple were fully concentrating on each other and so it was easy to pull our opponent's shorts down. Caught unawares she didn't know who to attack and so we jointly tipped her onto her back in the mud turning just in time to take on one of her team-mates who had arrived. I grabbed her hands and my partner slipped round behind her and pulled her shirt up. Holding her shirt we tipped her backwards into the mud, so that her shirt was pulled cleanly off, leaving her in her sports bra.

The first girl had by now climbed back up from the mud, but once again she found herself on her own against two of us and we repeated the shirt-removing trick, dumping her backwards into the mud this time. This could have continued for a while but, realising this, the second girl, having got to her feet, began backing off. Initially we both set off after her but were sufficiently aware of what was going on to decide to split up and I turned to deal with our first opponent, now in bra and panties and well covered in mud.

Having little left to lose she hurled herself at me and we both went down with quite a splash, me underneath. Muddy water quickly soaked through the back of my clothes, but I ignored it to pull on her bra, which came off much more easily than I had expected. Caught by surprise her initial reaction was to cover her exposed chest, which gave me the chance to slide out from under her. Her body was well splattered in mud, but her breasts were still pretty white. How could I resist, and scooping up handfuls of mud I advanced with obvious intentions. She tried to defend herself, causing me to waste some of my ammunition, but I had enough and eventually I was rubbing mud into both of her breasts, which were quickly no longer white.

After the initial surprise had worn off, she began laughing and actually made as if she was going to grab my breasts through my clothes, causing me to cease fondling her breasts in preparation for defending myself. But, instead of attacking me and, perhaps fearful of being rendered naked too soon she took to her heels and fled back up the pitch.

I didn't follow her, but sought out further targets, quickly finding that our captain was tangling with two opponents who had already removed her shirt and bra. Loyalty demanded action and so I headed into the fray using the element of surprise to remove another pair of shorts, before I was unceremoniously pulled to the ground. Knowing that my team-mate was topless as soon as my hands found cloth they began pulling which soon revealed that the person whose shirt I was pulling was also trying to pull mine. One rather countered out the other, so a short stalemate ensued. This could have continued for a while had not someone else tackled me from behind pushing me forward into the mud, protecting my shirt for the time being and leaving me with my opponent's shirt in my hands!

On the face of it we were now two against three and I soon lost my first clothes – surprisingly a sock, followed by the other one. In the meantime I'd tugged on a pair of knickers which had, embarrassingly torn apart, leaving their owner's bottom visible to the world!

A brief mad struggle followed during which I lost my top, before the arrival of two team-mates swung the odds back in our favour. Our opponent's retreated, with their few remaining clothes, leaving us five players on our own, rapidly coming to the conclusion that if we were five, somewhere else our team-mates were being outnumbered. There seemed to be several girls together some distance off and so three of our number headed in that direction. Carol from our team and I headed the other way to where we could see our goalie fast losing her last clothes to two members of the opposition. Indeed she was naked by the time we got there, but ready to join with us to make sure that she wasn't the only one naked for long.

Three on two is less one sided than two on one however, and we were not allowed things all our own way. I was in bra and knickers by the time they were naked and Carol had only her knickers on, as well as one sock! There was nothing in the rules to say that nudity stopped matters, quite the contrary but, by a common accord, we all split up and went looking for other challenges. Carol and I stayed together and soon found the opponent's captain crossing our path, heading elsewhere. We left her sitting in a very muddy puddle within a stitch on, which may not have been a good move as we were quickly confronted by two of her friends, still lightly dressed. Their captain removed herself from the puddle and dripping mud she took it upon herself to keep Carol occupied so leaving me to the tender mercies of the other two.

It wasn't long before my entire body was exposed to public gaze, which felt very strange for all of ten seconds and then, as our 'game' continued and most of the others were naked anyway, I forgot all about it. I tackled the taller of the two girls into the mud, hoping that the other might head off towards Carol, who still had her knickers. This worked so well that I was able to remove that girl's last item of clothing but, before I could try to help Carol she too was naked, though she had managed to loosen the bra of our partially dressed opponent and even though we were two against three, we managed to finish off her remaining clothing, leaving everyone naked.

Once again, by a common accord, once all five were clothes-less, we broke off and set off elsewhere. Looking around it wasn't obvious that many people had clothes left which meant that 'fun' was the remaining criterion.

I didn't have time to wonder what next to do for, crossing my path, I saw the girl whose breasts I had kneaded with mud near the beginning. Picking up two handfuls of oozing mud she advanced towards me.

'Mud fight at the OK Coral' she said laughing. Bending to fill my hands with mud I noted that everyone else seemed to have vanished to leave us to it. I assumed she would target my breasts and I prepared to do likewise. My hands ladled mud onto each of her breasts, but although her right hand found one of my breasts, her left hand slapped its contents between my legs. I ground my mud into her breasts, squeezing and fondling as I did. She rubbed hers into my exposed sex! Her other hand was doing its own squeezing.

Falling to the floor we began a frantic bout of rubbing mud everywhere we could – and I do mean everywhere. My pussy and arse were soon full of it, and my body was covered in a thick sticky matting. She didn't get things her own way, however, and I too enjoyed rubbing the oozing gunge into her pussy and backside. Unlike during the challenge, even though we were touching our most intimate parts there was nothing really sexual about it; we certainly weren't about to indulge in lesbian caresses. Squeezing and rubbing had extended our nipples and similar treatment between our legs had opened up our sexes, meaning that the mud could penetrate even further!

I would be a liar if I said that it wasn't fun, but even then there is a limit to all possibilities so, after a while we stopped and set off in pursuit of other goals. For maybe ten further minutes groups of naked women dumped each other in mud and rolled around in the mire. Then the return of the rain caused a reappraisal of the situation. It took a while to collect the abandoned clothes (and much longer later to return them to their owners) and then we headed back inside and to the warmth of the communal showers.

Anyone who fantasises over women in showers could have a field day. There was one block of communal showers, and so everyone crowded in there. Warm water gradually removed the mud and exposed the underlying naked bodies. Girls helped each other get the mud out of each others bodies, which encouraged some wandering hands that sometimes lingered a bit in more intimate areas. But things didn't go any further, even though I could be honest and admit that when my OK Coral partner helped me getting rid of some of the mud that she had covered me in, some of the sensations produced were quite nice and my finger was roaming a bit removing mud from deep within her vagina!

Considering that the rain had ruined any chances of a match, it seemed to me that we had managed a thoroughly-acceptable, alternative, afternoon's entertainment.