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Birthday Girl's Last Surprise
“How long until we get there?”
“Be patient honey,” Mrs. Hendrickson responded, as if her daughter were four years old. “I promise it’ll be worth it.”
I hope so, Rachel thought. It’s finally my eighteenth birthday and we’ve spent all morning on the road.
Rachel’s mother had been secretive about her birthday surprise ever since she announced that they would be taking a road trip. This in itself was a surprise; an unpleasant surprise. Rachel was about to become an adult, able to make all of her own decisions and handle her own money. She was also quite the introvert, spending most of her time alone and having only one friend who she truly spent time with. The plan was to stay home, invite Sheryl and have a modest cake with her big sister sister, Monica. It would be small, private, and quiet. Now, she was watching city turn to countryside, turn to beach, and despite her insistence that they tell her just what to expect, no one was forthcoming.
An hour later, they came upon the beach. Rachel enjoyed the beach in summertime as much as any girl, but this one seemed deserted save for an makeshift parking lot which was just a bunch of logs and an outhouse. There was no road, just a slightly worn trail that barely seemed used at all. Not only that, but no one even bothered to tell her to bring a bathing suit. Just where was this going? She couldn’t seem to make sense of it.
“Alright, sweetheart, we’re here.” Mrs. Hendrickson stepped out of the car. Rachel’s mother had a mature radiance that carried her youthful mind. Two daughters had left her with a bit of motherly chubbiness, but it was just perfectly rounded and proportioned around her robust tits, bubble bottom, and curvy belly that jutted a bit out of her jeans. Her sandy-blonde hair, inherited by Rachel, went down to her shoulders.
“Um, mom. Where exactly is ‘here’?”
“Somewhere very far away, where almost no one comes. Isn’t that how you like it: quite and sedate? Hmm?”
Rachel looked around herself, mystified. The were no trails, or any sign of life at all. It seemed that this was the very last corner of civilization anywhere nearby. The eighteen year-old by hours stood there squinting dumbly, her short blond ponytail blowing in the gentle seabreeze, the sounds of the ocean waves just barely audible.
“Just trust me, precious angel. It will be a surprise you’ll find more than worth waiting for. I promise you.”
Mrs. Hendrickson gave Rachel that adoring, motherly look that said “my little girl’s all grown up.” Shyly, Rachel reciprocated, and the two hugged. Unbeknownst to them, it was the last time they would hug chastely as mother and daughter. “Okay mom. Lead the way.”
“Right this way.” And with that, they left the car parked out of sight. Rachel had no idea that her mother hasn’t bothered to lock the doors, and left the key in the ignition. Nor had she noticed the cheeky “Steal Me” sign that she had taped to the boot of the car before they left.
They strolled along the beach for hours, nothing but sand and sparse rocky outcroppings in every direction. Sam had advised that they leave their shoes in the car, so Rachel did get to enjoy the feel of smooth, sun-warmed sand under her feet. All in all, it was a nice sensation. The air was fresh, the wind was in her hair, and mother and daughter laughed and conversed just like old times.
“You said that Monica was going to meet us somewhere here for something really, really special?”
“Yes, dear. You know we would never leave your big sister out of such a special day for anything.” Mrs. Hendrickson paused to look her little girl in the eye and caress her cheeks affectionately. “You have been a wonderful girl, sweetie. So for this extra special birthday, we’re going to give you a big surprise that you more than deserve.”
“Oh?” Her eyebrows raised in playful curiosity. “What, exactly?”
“Oh, I can’t tell you now. That would spoil it. Now, don’t try to get me to tell you. Just know that can’t not enjoy it.” With that, they passed the rest of the time mostly in silence, Rachel giving her mother a look of confused intrigue.
After about an hour later, Rachel looked around to find that the car was just a speck on the horizon, barely visible save to a trained eye. All in all, no sign of civilization, or that anyone ever went there. It wasn’t even on the GPS, so she could not imagine where they were heading, or for that matter why they were going there. Wouldn’t it have been easier to just order pizza and call it a party?
One of the outcroppings was larger than the rest, and Rachel had no idea that it hid the first shock of the day.
“Alright, girls. The coast is clear,” her mother called out, seemingly to no one.
Rachel’s eyes widened as three young girls around her age walked casually from around the colorful sedimentary rock. So casually and carefree, it took a moment to realize that they were all completely naked. Not a stitch of clothing on their youthful skin, their limbs swinging with juvenile vigor. If that wasn’t enough of a shock, she recognized all of them.
“Monica?!” she called, boggle-eyes to the first girl, her older sister by four years. Monica had an athletic, toned and trim figure with medium-sized, perfectly hemispherical breasts and a flat belly with just a hint of muscle. Her wavy brown hair went down to her powerful shoulders, muscular thighs framing a shaved pussy that Rachel had never seen before.
“Sheryl?!” she called out loud to the second, mischievously smiling girl. Her childhood friend, the only one who kept in touch since they met in preschool, who protected her from bullies and pushed her to get out more. They had been in bathing suits together before, but never had Rachel feasted her eyes on her beautiful friend in all her glory. A tall, ebony goddess with a healthy plumpness that made her too much woman for some men. Her rotund breasts, bubble bottom and pronounced belly made her a figure of true womanhood, her long curls complementing her dusky skin and blinding smile.
Her loving sister and terminally enthusiastic best friend beamed at her, and were joined by a third party. Rachel paled, her mouth dropping open at the biggest surprise yet.
“Kaylii?!” she called to a girl who she had never spoken to before, but was among the most popular girls in the school. On the surface, Kaylii was an exotic beauty, whose father was known to have made millions in thirteen countries. An exotic blend of her family’s Arabic, Korean, and Polynesian ancestry, Kaylii was a willowy beauty with gorgeously narrow eyes, raven-black hair, and an indescribable face. A heiress to a global enterprise, she was always surrounded by potential suitors and sycophantic girlfriends, a clique that you could only start to get into by already being in the same it-crowd that she inhabited by nature.
Unknown to her, Rachel also had a hopeless crush on the exotic girl. From the moment she saw her, Rachel felt her loins tighten in a way that she thought they never could. Always safe and secure in her shell, she never mustered the nerve to speak to her, approach her, or even to give an anonymous note on her MyFace page. All she could do was fawn from afar, watching while she schmoozed with her cadre of rich, popular faces with the entire world at her feet. Oh, to travel the world with her, share herself with her; it was just too much to dream.
And now that same, unattainable girl was standing right in front of her, looking right at her, clothed in nothing but salty breeze.
“So glad to finally meet you, Rachel.” The naked girl opened her arms and gave a gentle hug to the still-clothed, very confused birthday girl. Rachel reciprocated, only half-present. “These two,” she gestured to her two naked compatriots, who waved and giggled, heedless of their exposed state. “Told me all about how you’ve fawned over me since Freshman year. To be honest, I always hoped that you would walk up to me and introduce yourself. I could never get away from that gang that surrounded me since the first day, but I always thought that if we spoke, it would be the most sincere conversation I ever had. Now, I’ve heard so much about you, I fell like we’ve already met.” She gave a wicked wink, then withdrew to the other women, their varying bodies a virtual smorgasbord of femininity.
Sheryl took notice of Rachel’s frozen state. “Come on girlfriend. It’s not like you haven’t seen titties and cunts before.”
“Sheryl! Really?” The older sister scolded the best friend for her language.
“Here,” she unashamedly framed her plump pussy in her hands. “You’ve got one, I’ve got one. It’s soft and when you rub it like this it gets all hot and wet and makes you feel tingly all over. And these,” she jiggled her breasts playfully, “are self-explanatory.”
Monica smirked. “For as long as you still have them.”
“Now, now, girls, we talked about this. It’s Rachel’s birthday and we’re going to let her call the shots on everything,” Mrs. Hendrickson called their attention. “Baby, did you do everything like we agreed?”
“Yup, left our phones, took a bus, paid in cash, walked all the way and buried our clothes way out there. After this, we’ll disappear completely and no one will ever find us no matter how hard they look.”
“Good. Kay?”
“I gave my father an airtight alibi. He won’t check until it’s too late. The headlines will read an unsolved mystery.”
“Outstanding. Well, I guess we’re all set. All our affairs are in order.”
The three girls giggled, as if to an inside joke.
“Lead the way, Monica. You know where it is.”
“Indeed I do.”
“Wait, wait, wait!” Everyone turned to the bewildered birthday girl. “What is going on here?! Why are you all…all…”
“Naked? That’s part of the surprise.” Her big sister approached her. “Really, Rachel, it’s your birthday, you can do whatever you want to do. Don’t you want to feel that cool breeze and the salty air right up against your skin? Whatever you want to do, feel free. No one will tell you otherwise on your eighteenth birthday.”
The giggling girls walked casually to their unknown destination, and Rachel was treated to a grand view of three bare bottoms swaying and jiggling away from her. She looked to her mother, who gave her a tender smile. “My sweet angel. You’re not a little baby anymore, are you?” her tone implied that she didn’t mind Rachel following her sister.
With slight hesitation, Rachel unbuttoned her shirt and dropped it behind her. She began walking, catching up to her trio of friends. Bra, shorts, and panties followed, and soon there was a fourth bare body making way through the desolate beach. Mrs. Hendrickson followed right behind her, daintily picking up her daughter’s discarded clothes like a devoted mother.
It was the afternoon by the time they stopped. If the place had not been entirely devoid of human presence before, it most definitely was now. They were right in the middle of an almost featureless, flat expanse of sand. The sound of the waves was barely audible from the thin line of blue on the horizon, and besides this, the wind and a few seagulls crowing, the silence was serene.
The girls made girly talk as they strolled leisurely down the coast, not a single care in the world. Rachel was encouraged to open up, as if this would be the last opportunity they ever had to do so. She was unsure of what they meant by this, but they only occasionally returned to the topic of Rachel’s birthday present, which they seemed almost jumpy with excitement for. “I just can’t wait to make your one dream come true, little sis. I love you so much and there is nothing in the world that can be more valuable to me than to see a little smile on your face for just one second.” Monica seemed to overflow with love for her sister, but kept herself contained. After all, the surprise was just around the corner.
“We’re here!”
“We are?”
“Yup.”
Rachel looked around. There were some large outcroppings, but they could not hide much. All around was, again, sand, sand, and more sand. In fact, it was the flattest and most dull sand she had ever laid eyes on.
“Should we?” Kaylii looked at Mrs. Hendrickson, eyes bright an eager, like a child beseeching the adult for permission.
Mrs. Hendrickson smiled tenderly, then silently gestured to some ambiguous spot on the sand. Kaylii’s smile brightened her entire face. “Okay Rachel. Pay close attention because this birthday present can only happen once.” Unashamedly, she gave Rachel a big, wet kiss on the lips, leaving the birthday girl dazed. With that, the gorgeous, exotic, jet-setter’s daughter backed up.
In just a few paces, Kaylii’s steps ceased to kick up dry grains and began to slog through shimmering, golden, wet sand, making the formerly flat surface wobble. To Rachel, it was as if the emptiness of the land itself had just come to life as a solid ocean. She also noticed that the undulating area was, in fact, quite wide, and encompassed some of the tall rocks in the distance, which must have reached down very far below. Soon, just a few paces from the dry “shore”, Kaylii’s perfect feet vanished with a gloppy, slorping sound. She pumped both her legs, showing tightening muscles beneath her golden-brown skin, but she was stuck fast.
Arousal shot through Rachel despite herself. It was just too surreal, and nothing like she would ever have expected from her secret crush, or her family.
“You guys,” she turned to the rest of her entourage. “You mean…did you…?”
“Yes, sweetie,” Mrs. Hendrickson. “We took a peak at your browsing history, and were we surprised to find all this ‘quicksand’ business going back as far as six years ago.” The older woman kissed her daughter on the forehead. “How much more surprised could we be that our little girl actually posted what her ultimate fantasy would be: to watch a woman willingly and knowingly walk into quicksand and sink all the way, never once regretting it, and so happy to go all the way under and never come out. Well…,” she gestured to the gradually disappearing girl, who waved playfully, utterly devoid of fear, steadily descending lower and lower despite standing completely still.
“You mean…,” Rachel’s face held an expression between total disbelief and uncontrolled elation.
Her sister and best friend hugged her from both sides. “She’s not the only one.” With that, her big sister, the role model who she respected all her life, her closest blood relation, gave her a gentle, deep kiss. Eyes wide with shock, Rachel soon gave in and sucked on her sister’s tongue, her hands roaming over her clefts and valleys.
Soon, she was pulled away from that kiss, lost in it. “Hey, I want a taste too.” Sheryl took her turn, pressing her heavy melons against Rachel. Rachel groped her chubby bottom while her sister took to sucking a nipple, alternating between both while tweaking the other. She almost forgot her secret crush sinking right in front of her. Kaylii was watching the show with great interest, her hand sneaking to her groin while the shimmering sand rose over her tight thighs, framing her glistening pussy, both reflecting in the comfortable afternoon sun.
“Now, doesn’t she look sexy there?” Sheryl, never comfortable with silence, indicated their vanishing friend. “Think about it. She’s going down and all she can think about is: am I a good enough gift for a birthday girl? Will disappearing into a beach and blowing bubbles in the sand make for a good enough eighteenth birthday gift for Rachel Hendrickson? Better appreciate it now, ‘cause she won’t be around in a short while.”
The talk about just how fucked her friend was, by her own doing, was making Rachel’s cunt clench like vice. If she had a cock in there, she would milk it like a vacuum.
“Almost there, girls. I have a feeling it’s going to be as fun as the forum said to would,” Kaylii called out from her shrinking form. Rachel watched while her two lovers tongued and probed her naked body, rubbing and teasing and licking and suckling, and was spellbound by her secret love’s slowly descending cunt. Kaylii was tickling herself down there, just tweaking her clit with small movements of her fingertips. She smiled so beautifully; a smile that had not much time left in the world. Before they knew it, her gorgeous pussy kissed the sun-warmed sand.
“Mmmmmmmmm…yummy,” she giggled as she kept her fingers stroking while playing with a small, girlish boob. She rocked her hips a bit, helping the sand worm its way upward and push into the narrow passage.
“Oooooh, you’re there already,” Monica pointed out while moisture dripped from her sister’s crotch to her hand. “I guess we don’t have a as much time as we hoped. Better make our last moments count or we’ll be regretting it for the short time we have left.”
Sheryl giggled, heedless of their friend’s impending doom. “How’s it feel Kay? I bet it feels great.”
“Oooooooo, you have no idea. It’s like it’s trying to rape me right up my pussy and—oh, right there—in my butt at the same time. Like it’s taking me, telling me that it will do what it wants whether I like it or not.”
“Yeah, but you can’t rape the willing, can you?” Sheryl pulled her heavy breast from Rachel’s mouth and gave her one last kiss. “She’s pussy-deep now. Guess it’s my turn.” She took a look at her ebony feet in the golden sand. “To think, it’ll be the last time these feet ever touch solid ground. I’m gonna miss it, but tonally worth it. Bye birthday girl. It was a good life.”
With that, the chubby black girl, the best friend Rachel ever had, all but a sister to her, walked right off solid ground without a care in the world and joined Kaylii in the quicksand, right next to her. The cunt-deep exotic princess next to the ankle-deep mocha goddess made a picturesque contrast.
Rachel didn’t quite know what to say, especially with her sister giving her a gentle belly rub. “Um, are we, uh, recording this for, well…not for me but…for…”
Her mother smiled as she watched her two girls, both born of her own womb to the same man, make out like married lovers. “We wanted to, really, honey, but we couldn’t. Why do you think we came all the way out here, made sure no one knew where we were, and covered all traces? No paper trail, no cars, not even our phones to be tracked. No, enjoy it while it lasts, because after this, none of the girls ever existed and no one will ever know what happened to them.”
No one? It will be like they vanished into thin air, the world ignorant of their happy deaths in a quicksand beach. The thought brought new wetness to her aching pussy.
Sheryl seemed to be having the time of her life. There was so much of her that she decided to put it all to good use. She gave an impromptu belly dance, surprisingly talented as she swayed her ample hips, the motions sending viscous ripples over the thick, heavy slurry. Next to her, Kaylii’s descending body rose and fell with the waves Sheryl made, her belly button swallowed up before the sand moved up her waist, the muscles on her buried arm straining as they played with herself down bellow, while the free hand played with her bouncing breasts. Sheryl shamelessly shook her chubby tits at Rachel, who was busy being serviced by her own sister, and her ample belly, making every curve jiggle from her thighs to her chest. A few times she churned the sand with her thick thighs just to make sure she was stuck good.
The sinking girls giggled girlishly at their impending doom. Sheryl took her turn rubbing her plump pussy as her thighs descended. “How’re you doing princess? Any regrets?”
Kaylii giggled again, eyes closed, head swaying in orgasmic wonderment. “None at all. I’m a girl with every opportunity in life, heir to a fortune with the choice of any man I want. I can have anything I want, and what I want is to drown right here in quicksand just for you Rachel.” She winked at the birthday girl as the sandy slop reached her lower cleavage. “Did you fantasize about me, Rachel? Did you rub yourself to the thought of me sinking in quicksand?”
Rachel blushed all over as she watched, her right hand around Monica, who caressed her gently all over her back and front with both hands. “Yes, I did.”
“Did you imagine me dying? Did you watch my face go under and cum to the thought of my breath bubbling up the surface while my body vanished forever in the ground?”
“Yes. Oh, yes!”
“Now, be honest: how many times did you cum to the thought of me, the girl of your dreams, dying in quicksand right in front of you?”
Rachel was red all over, tears of shame dripping down her eyes even as she panted in ecstasy. “Uh, lost count…”
“First number that comes to your head!”
“Twenty!”
Kaylii giggled loudly, while Sheryl gave a war whoop and Monica a wolf whistle. Mrs. Hendrickson gave a lighter chuckle, usually reserved for a child’s humorous antics. “Twenty?! Aren’t’ you a horny little cunt? Well, guess you finally get to see your wish come true, huh? Better enjoy it while it lasts. What good was me dying right in this muck if all I’m getting for it is a brief applause?” Her breasts settled into the quagmire, the sand mud pushing them up slightly while she toyed with her nipples.
“Come’on Monica. I know you want to be with your sister a bit longer, and it does mean giving up your front-row seat of our last breaths, but we did agree.” Sheryl was pussy-deep, but quickly extracted her hand before it could be trapped inside her nether lips and began playing with her mammoth globes. “I’m up to my cunt, and Princess Jasmine there is up to her boyish little chest.”
“Hey!”
“It’s time, baby. Kiss the birthday girl goodbye and prepare for a grand farewell to breathing air.” The black girl continued her belly dance to oblivion, assets shaking all around.
Monica turned her sister around to face her. “I’ll miss you, little sis.” Her smile was more tender and longing than before. Rachel knew what was coming next and held her sister in a hug like iron.
“I love you, Monica. I’ll love you forever and ever.”
Monica beamed. “Promise me you’ll remember us. Never forget the best birthday present you ever had, and our deaths will be worth it.”
Monica wiped away her sister’s tears and kissed her lovingly. Then, without an ounce of hesitation, walked backwards into the deadly mire, sealing her fate with a smile on her face.
Mrs. Hendrickson gave a whimper of grief, smiling but with tears in her eyes. “Oh, my baby girl. My sweet little angel. I’ll miss you.”
“Finally, babe. Thought you were gonna chicken out on us and send us to the bottom all by ourselves.” Sheryl was up to her curvy belly, while Kaylii was losing ground fast: over her breasts, both hands trapped, the quivering surface sucking up her shoulders next.
Rachel spoke: “Sheryl, why not play with your pussy a bit? If you’re going on a one-way quicksand staycation, you might as well make the most of it while you still can.”
“Oh, I know that, darling. But we remembered how you love to see people sinking every which way. So, the princess here is going straight down, arms to her sides, while I’m going with both arms out, as if waiting for help that’s never coming. And your sis,” she turned to Monica slyly. “She’s got something else planned. It’ll cost her a few minutes she could have spent above ground but breathing’s overrated these days.”
Rachel was bewildered, still not quite believing that this was happening. Her life had been ordinary up to a few hours ago, and now it was as if she had walked into another world. Her mother was off to one side, smiling and casually observing as three innocent girls sank to their deaths in front of her, and one was the baby girl she has given birth to, fed with her own breast, raised, and nurtured, and she would now watch sinking all the way under a quicksand pit.
Watching the girls gradually sink, their bodies going lower and lower into the sand, brought back memories of family vacations with her brother Max. Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? We’re getting there, Rachel, and it’s going to be biblical! On the other hand, guilt racked her conscience as she witnessed the last moments of her friends.
“Um, girls, I’m not sure that I’m just hallucinating, right now or if everyone I know has just lost their minds. You do realize what’s about to happen right?”
The girls smiled at each other. “Um,” Kaylii called from her neck-deep vantage point. “I think we’re all going to sink all the way under a pit of thick, wet beach sand and never come back out again.”
“Yeah,” Sheryl beamed. “And then we’re going to hold our breaths until we run out of air down there, at which point primordial ooze will fill up our lungs and mouths, and stuff itself up our pussies and asses.”
“And then,” her sister finished, “the world will solely turn to black and we’ll quickly go to sleep and never wake up again. And all so that the best girl in the world will have a few moments of the unparalleled enjoyment she deserves for her eighteenth birthday. Yeah, that’s what’s happening.” And the girls shared a friendly laugh which, despite herself, Rachel couldn’t help but share in.
Rachel turned to her crush, who was now chin-deep in the churning sand. Her face reflected pure bliss. “Kaylii?”
She opened her eyes serenely. “Rachel. So nice to see you one last time.” Lip-deep. “I guess this is it. Hope my parents don’t miss me too much. Tell me, Rachel, was this your best birthday ever?”
“Oh yes, was it ever.”
“Then I went for a worthy cause. Happy Birgglglgurglblurble-mmmmmpphhh,” the sand bubbled in front of her as her mouth went under. She continued to moan in pleasure as the sand stoppered her nose, her eyes widening, smiling before the sand forced them shut for good. Her forehead melthed into the sand in a froth of bubbles, churning around the mat of beautiful black hair which followed its owner into the depths. The girls all looked towards that spot, eyes and mouths wide in morbid fascination. Before long, the churning sand let out a cascade of bubbles indicating when the ethereal heiress met her willing end.
The surface calmed, save for the surviving girls penetrating its surface like violating phalluses. Sheryl was up to her ample bosom, her arms outstretched dramatically while the surface pushed her heavy breasts upwards. Monica was almost cunt-deep, slowed by her lack of motion. Rachel continued to play with herself as she orgasmic again from Kaylii’s demise. Her secret crush, the girl she dreamed about, was gone; sacrificed for a few moments of pleasure for an unpopular girl’s birthday party. Rachel thought again about married life in an upscale penthouse, but it was best not to dwell on might-have-beens.
“Welp, that’s one down,” Sheryl announced without an ounce of compassion.
“Yeah, that’s a sexy way to go,” Monica responded next to her.
“He he he, I’ll bet she was cumming all the way.” Sheryl raiser her arms over her head and jiggled her breasts playfully in the muck, the rounded globes rippling as the sand pushed them to her chin and plumped them up like a corset. The undulating surface was at her black nipples and struggling up the two buoyant floats. “Hey, maybe I’ll make it after all. The girls seem to know how to keep themselves afloat. Maybe I’ll just relax a bit before I get out.”
“You do and I’ll tug you under by the feet. If you’re not struggling yourself under, I swear—“
“You’ll what?” Sheryl gave a playful challenge. “Walk over and shove me under with you’re feet.” She glanced with feigned smugness at Monica’s trapped lower half.
“Not me,” Monica turned to Mrs. Hendrickson. “Since I’m doomed to a smothery death in a liquid beach, will you do the honors, mom?”
Monica and Rachel’s mother, gently caressing herself through her slacks, nodded silently.
Sheryl shrugged with playful resignation. “Oh well. Guess there’s only one direction I’m going.” The mire passed over her nipples and flooded into her cleavage, leaving her shoulder-deep with a pair of mocha-colored mounds floating in front of her. “Hey Monica? Time for that last portion you had in mind for your sister?”
Monica smiled, then turned to her sister to give a playful smirk. Rachel watched with wide-eyes curiosity as her beautiful older sister swayed sensuously like a dancer as she bent over and pushed her hands into the muck. She struggled vigorously, forcing her arms into the quicksand before her breasts pushed into the churning slop, rounding out from the pressure. In no time, she was deep on all fours, her tightly toned ass high in the air, looking up from the sand to her bewildered younger sister.
“You like, sis?”
Breathless, too surprised to keep rubbing her moist pussy, Rachel nodded dumbly. “I like.”
Sheryl enjoyed her descending view from chin-deep, arms high in the air, as if desperate for purchase. “So do I. Guess I’m just about ready to sign off. Did you like my part of the show, birthday girl? I paid for it with my ample body, mind, and soul.”
Rachel could only nod again.
“See what I told you Monica? I’m the real star of the show, you and the princess were just extras.”
Monica chuckled. “Fuck you, thunder thighs!”
“Too late. I’m about as fucked as a girl can be.” She tilted her head back as the beach surrounded her face. “Here I go. Got a date with eternity and I don’t want to be late. Byeeeeeee!”
With that, Rachel’s lifelong BFF took a deep breath, plugged her nose, melodramatically puffed her cheeks, and vanished under the enveloping sandy mud. A single arms stuck out, making as if desperately seeking salvation which would never come. Rachel reminded herself that it was all a show, and it was all for her.
Monica smiled, as if girls drowning in quicksand was an everyday occurrence. “Such a talkative little cumbucket, wasn’t she? Guess she’s a goner. You can concentrate on me, now. What’s it like, baby-sis, knowing that in a few moments, your own sister is going to drown in quicksand for your birthday.”
Rachel was too busy watching Sheryl’s descending hand to answer right away. As her sister descended gradually, the sand flowing over the small of her back, leaving only her shoulders and bent rump, Sheryl was sucked down to her wrist. Suddenly, the hand waved goodbye playfully as it was enveloped, then straightened out as the muck took her fingertips. A cascade of bubbles rose from where she vanished, proving exactly when she gave into the quicksand’s embrace and sending Rachel to rub herself to a minor orgasm.
“It’s incredible, sis! I…I can’t believe this is really happening. I’ll miss them so much but…”
“It was worth it.” Monica smiled meekly. “Ooooh, the sand’s seeping into my cunt sis. It’s raping me, and I can’t do a damn thing about it. Just relax here and wait for it to take me in the mouth and up the ass.”
Rachel dropped to the ground, leveling herself with her doomed sister. “Let it in, Monica. Relax those muscles back there and let it have its way with you.”
Monica did so, and welcomed the new sensations. She truly belonged to the beach now. It was only a question of time. She forced her head back as far as she could, but the muck was rising over her chin and would soon take her completely.
“Uh, Rachel, can you do one last thing for me?” Rachel looked over. “Let me taste you.”
Rachel dipped her fingers into her squelching cunt, churning them around a bit, then extending the glistening digits to her vanishing sister, letting her lick and taste to her heart’s content. “Mmmmmmmmm…so that’s what I’ve been missing all these years. That’s my only regret: that I never got a chance to fuck my gorgeous sister before I signed up to swim to the bottom of a beach.” She licked off every bit of femme cum, licking her lips in delight.
She didn’t have much time. The mire crawled up her chin, forcing Monica to pucker her lips to grant her a few more measly seconds of air. In a few short moments, she would draw her very last breath ever. Funny how you never appreciate little things like fresh air until its time to give a permanent farewell to the atmosphere.
“Monica!” Rachel cried to her doomed sister, tied between arousal and grief. “I love you, big sis. G-g-good---bye now.” She sobbed as her pussy clenched in anticipation.
“Love you too, little sis. Goodbwirgle-blurgle plup bloop plup glub…” Monica’s eyes widened as the muck took her mouth, no longer able to hold her head any further back. Rachel gasped for a second as Monica struggled for a second to get her mouth above the sand, as if trying to finish her thoughts. It was to no avail. Monica’s smiling eyes spoke volumes: no regrets, looking forward to my new home, all worth it for the best baby sister in the world. When she was nose-deep there was no point: she shoved her head all the way under, leaving her hair swirling into a thick vortex of sand, and her rounded, athletic bottom stuck high into the air. Rachel watched as her ass muscles worked themselves in the quicksand, no doubt struggling to swim downwards despite her legs being firmly stuck. The two globes rippled with strain and jiggled in the center of the goopy pool. Finally, the slop poured into her crack, then slurped up the two remaining islands of tanned flesh before going down with a final *plup*.
When the bubbles came, Rachel gushed with the best orgasm so far. With her hands by her side, her pussy clenched and sprayed hot cum into the dry sand all by itself. She was left gasping and panting from the sensations, her pussy too sensitive to move, as she stared into the empty expanse of sand, where the three most important girls in her life had just willingly wallowed to their deaths as a birthday present.
Rachel turned to the side to see her mother with her hands stuck up her blouse and in her slacks. She had obviously enjoyed watching her little girl slip under the sand, and seemed eager for an encore that would never come. She would miss Monica so much, but she always did tell her little angels to try new things. There would be no regretting this unforgettable vacation.
Rachel spent a few moments, panting, just staring out into the expanse of sand as it wobbled hypnotically, gradually slowing until became just as flat and featureless as it was before. No indication at all that three gorgeous, vibrant young girls had voluntarily met their end just moments before. She turned over in the dry sand, like a nude model on a sofa.
“Did you like it too, Mom?”
Her mother finished, and straightened her blouse as best she could. “You know I did. I had my doubts about quicksand before, even when I saw all those sites and forums and videos you had. But now…I have to say that I understand completely.” She stared longingly into the sand. “I wish I could have said goodbye, but she insisted that this all be about you, so we said goodbye before she took off and left me to ferry you here to your surprise.”
Rachel couldn’t help but smile, both at her mother’s words, and at the casualness that they were talking about her beloved sister’s sandy death. “I’ll miss all of them.” Her gaze returned to the sand, spellbound.
“You want to do it, don’t you? You want to jump in and go all the way under, and stay under forever.” Rachel turned to her mother, a more serious expression on her face, and gave a slow nod. Mrs. Hendrickson gave a melancholy smile. “I was afraid you might. It was enough that Monica, Sheryl, and Kaylii all graciously gave their lives for your big day but…well, who am I to tell you otherwise. You’re old enough to make this decision on your own. Whatever you want to do, I will support you all the way.”
Rachel sniffled a bit at the sentiment. She stood up in her bare naked glory, a determined gaze out into the quicksand Her mother thought she might jump in right them and there, without a chance to hug her goodbye. “I love you mom, and I’ll miss you too. But…,” she licked her lips, as if not quite sure how to say it. Mrs. Hendrickson leaned in, intrigued. “Maybe you might consider…if you really want to…join me?”
Mrs. Hendrickson looked bemused at the suggestion. She had expected to say goodbye to both her little girls that day but this? Completely out of the blue.
“I mean, I won’t pressure you. I know you love life and want to live it to its fullest, so I really won’t blame you if you just want to watch. But it really would be so much fun, and I think it would be the best thing in the world to sink with you. We could—“
A pair of finger on her lips silenced her. Mrs. Hendrickson gazed into her daughter’s eyes, full of love. Rachel smiled back. Then those eyes became playful and carefree. “I’d love to go all the way down with you. I certainly won’t have to file taxes while taking a permanent residence in quicksand.”
Rachel giggled. “I know. Sinking in quicksand is the best thing in the world. You don’t have to worry about school, or grades, or getting a job, or making friends. The only thing that matters is having the most orgasms you can before lights out.”
They hugged while laughing. Then Mrs. Hendrickson stood back and tugged her blouse off. Her shoes came off before her slacks, revealing her plump, motherly body, her expansive mummy tummy looking so supple in the sunlight, jiggling with her every movement. Another few tugs and her heavy tits were released, followed by her conservative panties. Mrs. Hendrickson stood as naked as the day she was born, right in from of her own daughter, not making any slight effort to cover herself.
Rachel smiled widely, still not quite believing that this was happening. She woke up that morning, the same as any other, expecting to begin the first day of her adult life. How could she have known that in would actually be the very last day of her entire life?
Her mother gathered up her clothes. “Give me your hairband, too, honey.”
Her daughter obeyed, leaving her as naked as she could be. Celebrating her birthday in her birthday suit; how much more appropriate could that be?
Mrs. Hendrickson pulled up the heaviest rock she could carry out of the sand, wrapped all of their clothes around it, held them with the hairband, and deftly tossed it into the quagmire. The very last traces of evidence that they were ever there slapped onto the gluggy surface and sank under in a cascade of thick bubbles.
Rachel watched as the surface returned to its tranquil state. She held out her hand invitingly. “Shall we?”
Smiling proudly at her grown-up daughter taking the initiative, Mrs. Hendrickson let Rachel lead her off dry land for the last time. Their bare feet squished through the wet, boggy sand as their entrance sent ripples throughout the lake of mire. They went out as far as they could, helping one anther out when they got stuck. Eventually, far from any edge of shore, the quicksand took their feet and refused to let go. They managed to maneuver into an intimate embrace, cuddling one another, mother and daughter naked and loving, descending for the first and last time in a wonderfully deadly goop.
Mrs. Hendrickson’s beautifully plump body contrasted with her daughter’s thin, girlish figure; they looked every bit the parent and child they were, but now, so much more than that. Rachel looked down at where the mire clung to their shins. No more would she see her own dainty, feminine feet. The thought that she was watching herself descend into her young, earthy grave scent a chill up her spine that left her panting, and her pussy glistening.
“Get comfortable, love. We’re only doing this once. No chance to say it might be better next time.”
“I know, mom,” she looked into her mother’s eyes. “I’m a little scared.”
“Don’t be. Mommy’s right here. There’s no reason to be afraid.” With that, she grasped her daughter’s cheeks, and drew her in for a tender, loving kiss. Rachel returned it, then threw her arms around her mother’s neck, pressing their lips tightly against one another as they sank to their thighs. Rachel felt the soft bulge of her mother’s belly, and her plump, juicy pussy right up against her own flat stomach and teenage cunt. While she pushed her tongue into her mother’s moist mouth, she caressed a hand down her mother’s chest, kneading a mammoth tit, before smoothing her belly and hips.
They stroked and caressed tenderly, not concentrating on their sensitive places, but more leisurely, like longtime lovers. Mrs. Hendrickson brought both hands around her daughter, stroking her slender back and shoulders, pressing her whole body against Rachel’s. They moved lower, as the muck climbed their thighs, and she took her last chance to squeeze and knead her little girl’s tight, girlish bottom. Rachel grasped as the two cheeks were adored by her own mother, and she reciprocated by rubbing the same tits that had fed her as a baby with her free hand, while Rachel’s other probed her pussy, exploring the wet canal as she leaned into her mother’s warm, comforting body.
The sand was practically there. Another memory of childhood vacations came to mind: Fasten your seatbelts.
Rachel was about to ask, only for her to gasp loudly, eyes widening, covering her mouth with her free hand, as the muck finally reached their sensitive spots. It tickled their lower lips, then as the semisolid surface pushed harder upwards, wriggled into their sacred spaces and began the licentious process of raping the two descending women.
Rachel kept her fingers on her pussy, letting the sun-warmed sand flow over them, mingling with the combined wetness of both their own twats. She couldn’t help but thrust her hips a bit at the feel of warm muck snaking up her cunt and rubbing against her engorged clit, which in turn rubbed her against her mother’s body.
Then it really got good when the gluggy surface reached her exposed bottom, flowing into the opened entrance and plugging up her backdoor. She gasped again, as if being stuffed in one hole wasn’t enough. She wiggled herself deeper, pressing more quicksand into her bum, the mire pulling her cheeks open even as Mrs. Hendrickson withdrew her hands and caressed her little girl’s back.
Mrs. Hendrickson smiled mischievously. “Happy Birthday, sweetheart.”
“Oh mom. You couldn’t have made it better.”
The mire crawled gradually up their forms, flowing between their bottoms, slurping around their hips and pussies, then making way up their contrasting bellies. The entire time, they caressed intimately, while also taking time to be mother and daughter for the last time in their lives. They told stories, shared secrets (including many a sexual liaison that they had kept to themselves), and even sang a few farewell songs. They giggled and laughed, their bodies against one another, as the mire creeped around their breasts, and they knew their time in the world was running short. Rachel knew that her mother deserved to cum again before the end, but Mrs. Hendrickson was insistent that her daughter receive the most attention. Rachel had lost track of how many orgasms she had, but her pussy was about dry, having rung out her cum until there was nothing left of the steaming, sweet nectar to pour into their mutual grave. Mrs. Hendrickson began singing Happy Birthday to her daughter as the mire swallowed both their breasts and went to work on their shoulders.
“We’re almost gone, mommy,” Rachel said. “I’m a little scared, but I’m scared in a way that makes me wetter.”
“So am I, dearie. I really never expected my life to end today of all days, but…sometimes you have to just go ahead and take the plunge. Honestly, I’m a little sad that I won’t be doing any of the things I planned in life, but watching you, my sweet darling, sinking in the sand with me makes it all better.”
They smiled tenderly as the muck rose up their collarbones, climbing up their necks. “Any regrets, mommy?”
“None at all, sweetheart. You?”
Rachel smiled as she shook her head. “I feel so privileged to die like this, drowning in bottomless quicksand on the eve of womanhood, like I only thought could happen in my dreams.”
They kissed again, fighting the rising sand. It was long, lingering, and wet, tongues gently stoking as the muck touched their chins. They parted, a few tears blurring Rachel’s vision of her mother’s vanishing face. Mrs. Hendrickson decided to punctuate their last moments with a song she used to sing to her daughter as a lullaby, and which brought back beautiful memories of being tucked into bed:
Early one morning
just as the sun was rising,
I heard a young maid sing
in the valley below.
Oh, don't deceive me,
Oh, never leave me,
How could you use
A poor maiden so?
Remember the vows that
you made to me truly,
Remember how tenderly
you nestled close to me.
Gay is the garland
fresh are the roses
I've culled frommmmm-phhhhgluglup blug glug glug…”
Mrs. Hendrickson’s eyes widened in surprise as her mouth was covered by the shifting sand, before calming, blowing a few more bubbles out.
“Mom?” Rachel gasped as she watched her the woman who gave birth to her, and gave up everything to die in a quicksand beach with her, begin her final descent.
“Goodbye mommy.” Rachel smiled one last time before following her mother, the sandy body taking her mouth and climbing higher. It flowed into her mouth, violating her with its earthy wetness, pressing her tongue down, sucking on her wet lips. They stood still, not moving a muscle, letting the sand take them under at its own pace. Their nostrils were stopped up.
This was it! This was all the time they had left!
Rachel came alongside her mother as the undulating surface covered their eyes, their foreheads melting into the froth of bubbles on the surface. All that was left was their sandy hair, perfect camouflage in case anyone wandered by. That too was pulled into a sandy vortex like water down a drain, bunching up at the end and vanishing with a pitiless *bloop *. Then the beach was still and silent as it had been before, mother and daughter journeying downward together without a trace.
Rachel tried to cum one last time, she really, truly did.
Come on, just one more to make my birthday the best ever!
She was surrounded by all sides with warm, mucky sand, the soft body of her mother still against her, her fingers playing her own cunt, but the sensation eluding her. She was still trying when her mother began to spasm against her, and Rachel herself could feel her lung demanding to give in. She was taking a dip one way or another; it wasn’t as if a few more seconds would make any difference.
Finally, just as she thought her pussy might erupt again, she heaved, her breath leaving her body with her mothers, escaping to the surface while they stayed in the sand, doomed to voyage to its depths forever.
Oh well, it would have been nice to cum one last time. Still, can’t complain; seven full-body orgasms is not a bad record. Sweet death, here I come!
With a big smile on her face, Rachel began to fade, going limp in her mother’s protective arms, Mrs. Hendrickson using the last of her strength to embrace her daughter. The last earthly thought she had before everything faded for good:
Thank you, girls. Thank you.
A cascade of bubbles burst through the surface of the quicksand, flinging goopy muck in every direction. They lowered in frequency, the obnoxious farting and splorching sounds growing fainter, before the surface slowed and became as flat and featureless as before.
Now assured of their anonymity, two figures emerged from an outcropping, one in swim trunks, the other in a skimpy bikini.
“Wow, that was sexy.”
“Sure was,” the woman responded. “Did you hear them? They were a mother and daughter and they just drowned together willingly.”
“I know. Damn, I knew this was the best place for a honeymoon, but I had no idea.”
“Well,” she maneuvered a hand towards his trunks. “I know that married life has just begun for us but…do you think…” he saw the glint in her eyes and smiled back ecstatically.
Minutes later, another rock had joined the first, this one wrapped in a pair of bathing suits, and the beach was once again still and featureless.
