Straight Down, No Chaser - by PM2K (2015)
The statuesque young woman makes her way through the heavy brush, following a faint trail weaving through the forest. The sun filters through the green canopy of leaves, warming the air to pleasant levels. Perfect for swimming.
Or other activities.
The woman is evenly tanned golden brown, her head topped with shoulder length, brunette hair. She has the looks of a model, with the grace of a gymnast, and the firm muscular body of a country girl used to hard work on the farm. A small nylon fanny pack encircles her waist. She is breathing heavily, partly from exertion, partly from something else...
There!
Hallie stops at the edge of an expanse of wet brown sand, shaded by the trees, framed with a stand of bull rushes and tall grass. It lies in what was once a bend of the river, which gurgles happily far in the distance.
A delightful shiver runs up her spine. A week ago, she had discovered this place by accident while looking for a new fishing spot. Instead, she found herself sinking to her hips in what she believed was quicksand, and after 20 minutes of wallowing managed to extract herself from the sandy trap.
After taking a few minutes to catch her breath, and having scraped off most of the thick muck off of her legs, she had moved on, but the incident remained strong in her mind for days afterward.
She found her thoughts returning again and again to her quicksand encounter. Her only real knowledge of the stuff was how it sucked down bad guys in swamp and jungle movies, and this part of the world was pretty far from exotic places like that.
Yet, when she sank into that wet sand... Hallie was wearing only her t-shirt and denim shorts that day, and the way the gritty muck rubbed against her was intense. Remembering that feeling... how the quicksand sucked on her body as she struggled to escape from its sloppy grip... oozed inside her shorts...
Thinking about it after the fact, she was surprised to learn she found it quite arousing... and as the week went on, an idea formed, a really wicked one... impossible to resist.
Now, on her return, Hallie is dressed for the part. She is wearing her St. Mary's school uniform... a blue and green pleated tartan skirt rests at her slim waistline ending at a hem just above her knees of her long dancer's legs. Only the leather sandals on her feet seem out of place.
The white blouse is tight against her ample chest, so much so she can only button it up half way, exposing her deep cleavage and the sides of her large, well rounded firm breasts. Her hard dark nipples are clearly visible beneath the light cotton fabric, straining against the thin covering.
With a smile, she reaches under her skirt and hooks both thumbs under the waistband of her panties, and with a well practiced motion peels the white silk off of her person, wiggling a bit to get it past the generous curves of her ass.
She steps out of them quickly, and holds the garment in her right hand. They are damp to the touch, reflecting her growing arousal. On a whim, she hangs them off of a nearby branch, an excited giggle escaping through her slightly plump lips. She hadn't been wearing underwear under her shorts that day either... and the idea of that wet sand pressing against her bare crotch...
Trembling, she removes the fanny pack and quickly unzips it, removing the small silver egg-shaped object from it. A rush of warmth flashes through her groin as she feels the familiar heft of the small vibrator. Reaching into the pack once more, she extracts a small plastic device, and with her right thumb gently rolls the grooved wheel on its side forward. The silver capsule shivers to life, buzzing quietly.
Hallie is grinning broadly now. The wireless controller is working perfectly. Turning it off, she holds it in her right hand, looping its strap around her wrist, while her left hand, holding the vibrator, dives under the hem of her skirt. Fingers deft from practice quickly ease the object past her labia and deep into the soft wet depths of her vagina. She squirms and wiggles as she pushes it into place, until she feels the object reach her sweet spot.
Joy buzzer now securely in place, Hallie kicks off her sandals, then drops the fanny pack beside them. It remains bloated, crammed with a change of clothes - a rolled up t-shirt and a pair of old gym shorts. She wasn't worried about discovery; this part of the woods is off the usual trails, and it is midweek. Most folks were working now.
Walking slowly, she relishes the feel of grass and damp earth against her bare feet, and the slightly full sensation caused by the vibrator nestled within her. Her eyes remain fixed on the rippled sand, lying in wait. She glances over to the churned up spot where she had entered the quicksand a week previous, noticing its surface is dotted with puddles of water.
That was hip deep, she thinks. I wonder what it is like further out?
Excited by the possibilities, Hallie steps carefully past the edge of grass onto the surface of the dark tan quicksand. It reacts like it did before, bending slightly under her weight, wobbling like some sort of gritty gelatin dessert beneath the soles of her feet. It is warm and damp to the touch, and she feels her heart begin to pound.
Clutching the vibrator's remote in her right hand, she takes a series of slow steps further out, surprised to find the quicksand still supporting her as she does so. The surface quivers ahead of her as she moves, a motion which encourages her to continue on.
After taking a dozen such strides, Hallie stops and glances over her right shoulder to see she has moved past the point where she had so readily sank before. Behind her, she notices her footprints are filling with water, and then feels herself begin to sink to her ankles.
Looking down, Hallie stares in amazement as the sand envelopes her feet, softly flowing over them like an amoeba enveloping its prey.
"Oh... wow..."
Transfixed, she keeps staring as the sand makes its way up her shins. It is like a living thing, sucking hard on her limbs, seemingly determined to drag her down.
Man... this really is quicksand... she thinks, shaking with excitement. On a whim, Hallie tries to extract her legs, only to find them quite stuck in place. Yet, her buried feet keep sliding downwards.
I should be scared... I should be trying to get out... she thinks. But instead... instead...
When she sinks to her knees, Hallie dials up the vibrator. Almost instantly, her knees buckle and she bends over as if punched in the gut. She cries out in surprise at the intensity of the sensation, at the hot juices being pumped out of her by arousal dribbling down the inside of her thighs in thin, musky rivulets to splatter atop the slowly churning sand.
Oh, God... this vibe is driving me fucking crazy... she thinks, her insides twisting and writhing in pleasure, as her body trembles, legs held tight by deepening quicksand. She arches her back and utters a series of barking groans as she climaxes, thrusting her hips as she does so. The sand responds eagerly to her motions, quaking violently in all directions.
Gasping, soaked in perspiration, Hallie dials back the silver bullet to a low throb. God... that was... oh, God...
As her vision clears, she notices she has sunk deeper into the quicksand, the hem of her skirt brushing its surface. Beneath the fabric, she senses the sand lapping at her upper thighs, oozing closer to her crotch and her soaking wet pussy, which quivers eagerly, awaiting its touch.
Face greasy with sweat, Hallie finds herself moaning in anticipation. Her skirt begins to balloon out from the warm air trapped beneath it, and she begins to wiggle her pelvis from side to side, hoping to encourage the sandy mire to suck more of her inside it. Her blouse is practically transparent with moisture, naked breasts clearly visible as they strain against the sodden fabric. Her nipples are so hard and throbbing now, they are painful to the touch...
With a sharp cry, Hallie tears open her shirt with her left hand, buttons flying everywhere, and in quick order shrugs it off. Her breasts bob free as the warm summer air washes over them, and she tosses the shredded fabric away from her, no longer caring where it landed.
Twisting in place, she feels the quicksand press against the curves of her ass and the lower part of her groin. She seizes her left breast and squeezes it hard, crushing the nipple between thumb and forefinger. Her right thumb dials up the vibrator once more...
Hallie gasps and moans incoherently, uttering a series of panting animalistic sounds. She pushes down hard on the quicksand's soft surface with her hips, straddling the bog like a lover, and pumps it with a series of rhythmic thrusts. Inside, the silver bullet buzzes away, working its magic.
The quicksand around her is whipped into a sloppy slurry, splashing thickly as it ripples in all directions from her writhing body. Her skirt has fanned out across the surface, bobbing in time to its motions. Deep beneath, the sand oozes around her sunken legs, licking and massaging her flesh. Her feet flex and wiggle as the sand sucks on her toes, then point downwards...
Hallie's eyes widen as she sinks past her groin, the gritty sand rubbing against her stiffened clitoris. That friction alone would be enough to send her over the edge, but combined with the actions of her vibrator...
With a throaty scream, she explodes a second time, her pussy gushing into the thirsty sands. Her hands slam down and claw at the quicksand's surface, her pelvis thrusting frantically, arching her back once more. Her breasts bounce and slap, her body shuddering from the impacts of her climax and its aftershocks, which continue to crackle through her core.
Gasping for breath and spent, Hallie once more dials back the vibrator, allowing it to idle quietly within her. My God... this has been incredible... just outrageous.
Taking stock while she rests, she finds she has now sank to her slightly rounded belly, the quicksand pressing close to her navel. Her skirt is now completely submerged, and all she sees is wet sand surrounding her. Part of her cannot fully grasp the situation she is in... Her feet cannot feel anything solid beneath her, just more wonderfully warm gloppy sand flowing around her, and with another wiggle of her hips she can feel the mass of sand jiggle in response.
Casually, lost in the moment, Hallie rolls her hips more sharply only to find she can barely move them. Her legs, now completely sunk and sealed in place, don't move at all. Frowning, she tries again, testing her ability to free herself, and succeeds only in driving herself down another inch into the sandy bog, submerging her navel.
"Oh, shit..."
Swinging her head from side to side, Hallie realizes she is nowhere near anything resembling a shoreline, or solid ground for that matter. The surrounding sand is darker now, and glistens from a scattering of shallow puddles. Reeds, shrubs, branches, or anything which could be used to try and pull herself free are far out of her reach.
Damn... it never occurred to her she could get stuck and be unable to get out.
Hallie is also becoming aware with every breath she takes, she is gradually sinking deeper into the quicksand. Even staying still isn't preventing her descent into the quaking mass.
When the edge of the wet sand slops against her lower ribs, she starts to worry. More worrisome is how quicksand seems to be pushing its way inside her, creeping into her vagina and pushing past her anus, a sensation making her squirm in place.
"Help! Is there anyone around? I need some help over here!" Hallie shouts, even though she knows it is unlikely anyone will hear her.
She starts to claw at the sand, hoping to gain some traction, some sort of leverage to drag herself out, but it proves to be too sloppy on the surface to get a grip on. Each of her increasingly frantic movements only serves the quicksand in allowing it to gulp down more of her.
"Help me! Someone! I'm stuck in quicksand!"
Hallie's breasts slap against the quivering surface. She is panicking as the sand greedily sucks her down, and continues to grab handfuls of gritty sand in a futile effort to escape.
Then, she feels the quicksand filling her push against her vibrator, shoving it deeper inside, far deeper than it has ever been before. It doesn't hurt her, but she is very aware of its presence.
The quicksand softly cups the undersides of her breasts as they press into it. Desperate to slow her descent, Hallie presses her hands into the shuddering surface and pushes downwards. For a brief moment it seems to be working, and she feels herself beginning to rise... until the slightly firmer sand she is pushing against dissolves under the pressure, sinking her arms past their elbows, while dropping her down to her nipples.
Throughout her struggles, she had forgotten about the remote control in her hand, which remained looped around her wrist. Now, as she tries to extract her arms from the thickening quicksand, the controller's dial rolls way back, pushed by the sand...
Hallie cries out as the vibrator kicks into high gear, buzzing directly against her most sensitive parts. Struggling to extract her hand so she can reach the plastic remote, which as somehow become dislodged from her wrist, she inadvertently drags herself deeper, and loses it in the shifting mire.
"Oh... oh.... God..." she moans, waves of sensation building, washing over her. Hallie tries to resist the urge to move, knowing all it would do is stir the sands, but her body demands release...
She feels her hips moving against the deadly sands, and swiftly the shivering mire laps over her breasts and spurts through her cleavage, splattering over the tops of them before they are dragged down with a wet slurp. Wriggling, she tries to free her arms, but only forces herself down deeper with the effort. The quicksand begins to thicken around her body, so with only the tops of her shoulders showing, she finds she can no longer move at all. Even wiggling her pelvis becomes nearly impossible.
And yet... immobilized as she is, Hallie keeps sinking.
She bites her lower lip as another climax shivers through her core. Sweat streams off of her face and burns her eyes, yet for all of her struggling she fails to budge her sunken arms to deal with it.
And all throughout this, the mechanical throb of the device lashes her mercilessly.
"Oh... God... what a way to die..." she gasps out loud, then utters a deep groan. Her trapped body writhes against the grip of the quicksand while being driven by the vibrator, straining helplessly against the two forces.
The sandy slurry quietly oozes over her shoulders, and surrounds her neck, creeping slowly against her throat. Deep within her, the bullet buzzes away, and she senses yet another orgasm boiling within her, painfully twisting her insides.
Her jaw slack, tongue lolling inside, her ragged breathing rasps past her teeth, Hallie is wrung out. Her nipples and clitoris have been rubbed raw by the heaving sands, and flare with burning feelings with every one of her breaths. She shudders and shakes in place, not because she wants to, but because she has no other option but to react to her body's aching needs.
Settling to her chin in quicksand, she is reduced to uttering short grunts and sharp cries, forced out of her by intense flares of physical sensation. Her eyes roll around inside her head as she is overwhelmed by the endless barrage of stimuli on her naked person.
Hallie is dimly aware of the tips of her hair beginning to float around her, even as the wet sand presses against her lower lip, and licks her ear lobes. The gritty slime ripples gently around her, reflecting the limited movements of her body sealed within it.
Sound dims as sand fills her ears, grimy water slops into her mouth, which bubbles in response to being stroked by her breath. She doesn't try to close her jaw, instead allowing the quicksand to flow in. Another jolt of pleasure forced a gurgling moan out of her, and drives her to her nose. Her eyes widen as the sand stops up her nostrils, as her breath boils just in front of where her mouth had slipped under.
Hallie feels yet another burst of hot, wet sensation building within her, being augmented by her ongoing suffocation. She can feel herself beginning to buck, drawing herself completely under...
Oh, God... this is it... she thinks, closing her eyes as the sand glides over them and her forehead...
...and it slams into her, brutally hammering her innards with pleasure, forcing her body to spasm against the sand holding her. The force of her orgasm makes her scream, a sound which explodes on the surface of the quicksand as a froth of sand and filthy bubbles.
Hallie's hair floats briefly before slipping under in a swirl of mud and water. Bursts of bubbles disturb the quicksand's heaving surface, then fade away. The surface itself calms shortly afterwards.
The foot holes left behind lose their shape and melt into the sand, and within a few days, little trace of Hallie's adventure remains, save for a pair of sandals, a fanny pack and a pair of underwear hanging from a tree branch...
