Unexpected Sinking Calamity

[Solrex]

Author's note: So I got horny again, and wanted to drain that out of my system. Still doing no nut November, and since I started late, I plan to go at least until the 4th of December to make up for starting on the 4th. My personal goal has been not to orgasm, however, edging is not out of the question, although I try to avoid it when possible. However, sometimes, I just need to grab the arousal, summon it in my hand, and expel it from my body through my fingertips, turning passion into poem. Or in this case, a story. There was an idea I wanted to live out, and doing NNN made this fantasy continue to bother me. So I drew it out of me. I hope you enjoy. The story is long, 3121 words long, and 16660 characters long, 13434 if you don't include spaces. I did some minor check ups on the story, so it is extra sensual. Anyways, enough chit chat, let my fantasies arouse you to your own pleasures. Have fun~ *Wink*

So there I was, on my boat next to the shore. I had set up camera equipment on the stable ground the day before. I wanted to relive this moment over and over again. I was dressed in a nylon suit, that covered every inch of me up to my neck. The nylon suit was a cosplay of Samus Aran. Now, even though I was male, I just wanted the feel of the suit. My head looked nothing like the character, it just looked like I stole Samus’ zero suit. My member got hard in anticipation.

Pressing play on my remote for the camera’s to start recording, I dropped the remote, saw the light on the camera to see it was recording, and stepped out of the boat onto the unstable ground with my left foot. The ground cracked and folded under the pressure of my foot, the wet ground soaking through the suit and the wet mud clinging to it, soaking through, and not letting go. The feeling of the heavy mud holding against my calf was extremely arousing.

Letting myself put weight on that foot, sinking a little deeper into the silty muck, I took my other foot , the right one, off the boat, sinking a bit in the process, and placed it into the mud a little further ahead. The foot squelched into the silty sand, letting the cold gooey silt collapse under my leg, the cold muddy feeling coating my second step tightly. As I put more pressure onto that foot, it sank up to my knee, my member bulging profusely against the bare nylon as the heavy gooey silt surrounded my leg intimately, the cracks turning into a goop with my disturbance.

Pulling on my left leg that took the first step, I heaved it out of the mud, the nylon suit dripping in silty mud. The cold wind blew against the silt on my leg, making me shudder in ecstasy. The mud clung much closer and heavier on me due to the suit, which was the idea.

Landing my foot a fair bit ahead of my right, I felt it touch the ground, which immediately melted under it and caused me to lurch forward a bit as it sank to just above my knee, the heavy mud pressing on both my calves with extremely pleasurable pressure, making my member harder than before.

Pulling on my right leg, I felt my left sink a bit more. The mud had other ideas than me progressing forward, as it had an extremely powerful and erotic suction on my right leg as I pulled it out, the mud clinging and slurping against my costume. The cold wind once again reminded me that the mud was cold and completely coating my right leg.

I placed my right leg onto the unstable ground, the ground ahead of me cracking as it melted into the ground, making the ground become more soupy there as well as I sank up to my thigh, my skin tingling with the new territory on my skin being conquered by this swampy menace.

The mud was so heavy on me, I knew this was the last step I would be taking before allowing myself to sink downward. Pulling on my left leg, the mud slurped and churned as I extracted my left foot for the last time, at least until I was done here. It felt cold in the air before I placed it next to my other leg, stabbing it into the soupy ground. Water gathered at the surface, opaque with silt in it.

As I stabbed my left leg into the ground, I felt a rush as it fell down into the mud. Even though the quicksand was cold, holding a muddy limb outside in the air was even colder, so when this happened, I felt my leg warm up slightly as it sunk up to my thigh, to match my other leg’s depth. Following that, I pumped my legs in the mud, the mud rubbing up against the nylon fabric and soaking through, pleasuring me greatly. I felt a nice burn in my chest as pumping my legs took a bit of energy to do and was akin to exercise.

As the mud approached my crotch, soaking through the material, I could feel my hard member feeling so aroused, that precum slightly soaked the material. Feeling the weight of the quicksand surrounding my legs felt quite heavy, and it was tiring to fight against.

I took a breather just before the mud would touch my erect member, teasing it a while longer while I caught my breath. I was so turned on. I let myself jack off for a bit, edging just on the edge of orgasm, before letting go and moaning loudly. I rested and caught my breath, my member begging me to continue sinking into the sensuous quicksand.

Once I was well rested, I started pumping again, putting a lot of effort against the heavy sticky silt. As the mud claimed my member, I gasped as the mud soaked through, moaning a bit. I looked up to the camera and blushed a little. Ignoring that, I struggled in ecstasy to get deeper in the folding, yielding substance before being unable to stop myself from reaching my left hand into the cold mud, and pleasuring myself. I edged, took a breath, edged again, the electric pleasure surging through my member, burning as I let go. My body shook as I felt pain as stopped, cum dripping slightly from my member. Finally, I decided to let myself release, masturbating until I reached orgasm, moaning loudly and struggling against the mud with my hips to intensify my pleasure.

Hot cum shot out of my member, soaking my nylon suit that was colored blue. I pulled my hand out of the muck, heavy, cold silt coating my hand. I shook most of it off, and rested on my butt a little, rather than standing. Resting for a bit, I made micro actions of shaking in the mud, slightly sinking up towards my hips. I felt pleasantly aroused. After resting for a bit, I allowed my micro actions to become more forceful, the soaking mud seeping up my costume, touching the pink design on my back, of which I was unaware was happening at this time. Leaning to my left and right rapidly as my legs tried their best to pump under the surface in vain against the heavy weight of the silty sludge, I felt the mud start to count my ribs. Swiggling a little bit deeper, I felt buoyancy becoming something to fight against, not enough to stop my decent, but enough to slow it.

Getting just a bit deeper, I then pressed both my palms, the muddy left one and the clean right one, against the silt. I pretended to try and push myself out, but my actual intentions were to push my arms under the surface. As they broke the surface, I gasped loudly, partially to the act, but partially to the cold heavy weight now against my arms, the quicksand now nipple deep, claiming my hard nipples. Wiggling my left hand towards my member, I then rubbed it hard until I came to orgasm, again. I moaned in pleasure, struggling in the heavy muck slowly approaching my armpits. I struggled and moaned until I reached them, which appeared to be my buoyancy point. I relaxed for a bit, letting the heavy thick muck settle so it would be even more heavy against me.

I relaxed for a bit, then rubbed my member again and again, this time not quite reaching a third orgasm, but I stroked it for the good half of an hour, moaning and enjoying myself.

I thought about getting out, but I decided to stay just a bit longer. Man, do I wish I would have tried to escape then. I felt a vibration tremble through the mud. I simply thought it was my body shaking in pleasure, but it happened again, bigger this time. I froze in fear, this felt like an earthquake.

Before I could even finish that thought, I felt the ground tremble immensely, locking the ground in a solid state. A sinkhole gaped open below me, the ground where I was stuck in lowering below the surrounding ground, meanwhile, because of the applied pressure, I was completely stuck, trying to push against what felt like dry concrete.

The ground below me continued sinking, until my head was below the surface of the surrounding ground. The ground continued sinking, my limbs locked in place and my eyes left to watch in horror as the ground continued sinking. Vibrations shook through my seemingly paralyzed body, only my limbs, namely my head, above the surface able to move.

3 feet was the difference between the surface of the quicksand where I was sinking, and where the quicksand was normally elevated at. My stomach lurched as the ground continued to crumble downward. The shaking actually got my body to finish it's long awaited third orgasm, and this time, it washed over me so intense, I got a massive head rush, completely blacking out my vision, my body losing its sense of which way was up and down, pleasure soaking through every inch of my body. About 30 seconds passed in disoriented pleasure darkness before my vision cleared up and I could see again, my head very lightheaded.

What I saw was not a pleasant sight. The ground had sunk 9 feet below the surface now, and wasn't stopping any time soon. Struggling against my stone hard encasement, it was useless while the earth was still shaking. The camera fell from it’s tripod into the mud nearby me, sinking into oblivion. Was that foreshadowing of my fate?

12 feet under the average ground level, my body’s depth still maintaining it’s buoyant depth in the sunken muck, the trembling ground maintaining it’s non-Newtonian solid state. I struggled helplessly, if not to escape, to at least feel as much pleasure as I could before I perished.

15 feet the ground had sunk. The mud was towering above me, menacingly. In just a few seconds, 18 feet was achieved. The ground was sinking into a bottomless pit. The boat fell into the pit as well, landing in such a way that it sunk under the surface quite fast.

I struggled to get my arms above the surface, to try and swim up the walls or something, it sounded crazy but it was my only idea at the moment. 21 feet and the earth was still trembling.

As the earthquake finally settled, the sinkhole was about 24 feet deep, about the height of 4 people stacked on top of each other. The quicksand no longer felt like stone, but heavy mud now. I slowly pulled my arms up to the surface, the mud resisting my arms sensuously as I did so, the heavy weight of the sludge working against me. As my slimy arms broke the surface, horror filled my eyes. The mud from above was still a liquid, and what do liquids do?

They flow to the lowest point.

At this rate, the quicksand would pour over me, and leave me 24 feet below the surface. I pressed my arms against the mud, trying to gain elevation.

No use.

As the mud filled in the hole, it filled in the sides first, turning the very cylindrical sinkhole into more of a cone. I tried to climb the mud, but my arms just sunk into the wall. Pulling them out, I panicked a little, my erection not going away, either.

The mud dripping over my shoulders, I screamed both in pleasure and in fear. Then I got an idea. I stuck my arms into the wall, and pulled up. Surely, I made some progress, quickly countered by the flowing mud. Pulling my arms out of the sucking mud, I dug them in a little higher, the weight supporting my efforts to climb up as the mud filled in.

I tried getting higher than my buoyancy point, but it was too difficult, I was literally pulling my weight and the weight of the quicksand below me. That was impossible. I rested as the flowing quicksand got high enough that I could pull myself up again, mud splashing into my hair and face. I closed my eyes, not wanting to get mud in my eyes and not be able to wipe it away.

I pushed my arms in, pulled up, pulled out, this whole time against heavy weight, then placing my arms higher into the mud, ready to pull up once I felt the mud pile up high enough to give me a buoyancy force pushing up. Then I just repeated that process.

Would I survive this? Would I have enough energy to save my life? With my eyes closed, I had no idea how far the end was. But I continued my routine, pulling myself up through the heavy darkness, getting my breath back, then pulling up again. However, I was starting to tire, my chest burning with exhaustion, and the mud was slowly making progress against me, the mud rising up to my chin.

I pulled up, again, and again, but the mud came up to my mouth. I titled my head back to be able to breathe to the last moment. My body burned hot as my eyes cried in pain and exhaustion. Each time I pulled, my boner feeling electrified against the weight.

The mud came up to my ears. Tired, I pulled up. The mud approached my ears again, but I pulled up. Once again, the mud flowed back to my ears. This time, being exhausted, I relinquished my fighting temporarily and let the mud flow into my ears, blocking off sound, intensifying both my pleasure and the feeling of exhaustion while I tried to catch my breath. Despite constantly working against the rising mud, I was slowly losing ground. Because of the mud coating my face, I couldn't open my eyes, and the disheartening darkness made me consider giving up.

I pushed harder and harder, the mud eventually making it completely past my ears. I was not going to make it! My arousal increased. As I fought, and lost ground, the sludge cupped my face. I pulled, again, fighting in the darkness. Feeling my hope dwindle, I humped against the mud as I climbed, hoping to orgasm before I drowned. I felt the mud close towards my mouth and nose, and I pulled up. The mud returned. I pulled up again, feeling so close to orgasm. The mud cupped my face and I pulled again. I knew I was running out of stamina, so I focused on resting and saving up oxygen this time.

The mud closed over my face. I pulled myself out, sharply taking in oxygen. The sludgy quicksand poured back overtop of me, folding over me. On the edge of orgasm, I pulled myself out of the mud again. The mud flowed over me again, and before I could pull out, I burst into an orgasm, feeling the cum warm my crotch as the mud flowed over my arms. At the same time I orgasmed, I opened my mouth, and inhaled a bunch of mud. At least I got to feel my fourth orgasm today before perishing. As my arms drifted upwards, and the lack of oxygen slowly burned inside me, the mud flowed over my hands. Still not giving up, I held my breath, despite my mouth being full of mud.

The taste of grit and sand coated my mouth, the grains of silt scraping against my tongue and teeth. I floated upwards. Just as I began to feel light headed, my fingertip broke the surface. Wait, was I really that close to the surface? Was I going to make it? Holding on just a little longer, my hands managed to surface, my lungs feeling such a burn I was convinced I could breathe fire like the dragons of fantasies.

As soon as my palms were above, I pushed both arms forcefully down, pushing as much mud below me as I could. This resulted in my body moving upward, and as my nose broke the surface, I snorted out what air I had left to blow the mud away, and breath in air through my nose, being careful not to swallow the mud in my mouth. I rested at this position, just breathing, it must have been at least an hour of me recuperating my strength and oxygen. Taking in a lot of air, I slowly moved my arms upward, being careful not to submerge my nose.

Weight surrounded me completely. I was so aroused, despite the danger of my situation. As my arms broke the heavy surface again, I reached upwards into the cold air. Pressing my arms on the surface, I used surface area to my advantage as I pulled myself up. As my mouth broke the surface, I breathed air in through my nose, coughed out the silt, sand and grit still littering my mouth in trace amounts, and breathed in fresh, lovely air. I coughed a little as I swallowed a grain or two.

Neck deep, I was safe. I breathed deeply, regaining my strength and air to a reasonable level. Using my arms as flat as possible, I pushed myself slowly upwards, up to my armpits. Taking a rest, I wiped the mud as best I could off my wrist, then brushed the mud away from my eyes, and I opened them. The ground was flat, no trace of the sinkhole. Or my boat, or camera.

I knew that at this point, I was safe, and that I would live. As I slowly extracted myself, the cold air fought against me. Using my arms flat for leverage, I pulled my body, trying to make it more horizontal. I swam through the muck in slow motion, towards the solid ground my camera used to be on.

As I reached the solid ground, I heaved myself out. Once I was finally on solid ground, I rewarded myself with jacking myself off. That orgasm was divine and well earned. The mud stuck to my suit. Despite the camera not surviving, I would never forget this experience. I walked along the bank, to where the solid ground was closer to the water, jumped into the water, and washed myself off.

Swimming out, I smiled as I knew I would live another day. I also still sank in quicksand in the future as well, not being scarred by the experience. All's well that ends well.

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[JSample]

A very powerful first-person story, Solrex. I found your "mud-punching" method of saving "yourself" quite creative, although I was still wondering till the very end if "you" were going to survive!

[Solrex]

A very powerful first-person story, Solrex. I found your "mud-punching" method of saving "yourself" quite creative, although I was still wondering till the very end if "you" were going to survive!

Thanks, I wrote the story as my fantasy, but to add a bit of realism (while at the same time adding just as much fantasy), I had to make the character survive. However, I still wanted a submergence in the quicksand that towered above me several feet high. It was a combination of both creativity and logic, seeing as the human body is buoyant in liquids thicker than mud. Once submerged, slowly floating to the surface was slow and possible, with the depth that the character was at. Honestly, this story was as much me writing it as it was me reading it as it came out of my head.

Also, JSample, your story is completely brilliant as well! I cannot tell for myself whether it's true or fiction. Regardless of how true the story is, you are still a very good writer. Had me on the edge of my seat reading your story. The fact that your main character didn't tell her about his fetish was driving me nuts, but it worked out I guess. When are you posting the 9th and last part?

[JSample]

A very powerful first-person story, Solrex. I found your "mud-punching" method of saving "yourself" quite creative, although I was still wondering till the very end if "you" were going to survive!

Thanks, I wrote the story as my fantasy, but to add a bit of realism (while at the same time adding just as much fantasy), I had to make the character survive. However, I still wanted a submergence in the quicksand that towered above me several feet high. It was a combination of both creativity and logic, seeing as the human body is buoyant in liquids thicker than mud. Once submerged, slowly floating to the surface was slow and possible, with the depth that the character was at. Honestly, this story was as much me writing it as it was me reading it as it came out of my head.

Also, JSample, your story is completely brilliant as well! I cannot tell for myself whether it's true or fiction. Regardless of how true the story is, you are still a very good writer. Had me on the edge of my seat reading your story. The fact that your main character didn't tell her about his fetish was driving me nuts, but it worked out I guess. When are you posting the 9th and last part?

I found your story a very enjoyable read, Solrex, especially the means by which you kept "yourself" close enough to the surface to survive as the mud flowed into the sinkhole. And thank you for your compliments about my story; it's a combination of things that are indeed true about me and things that I would hope would be true about me in such a situation, although there is one aspect of the story that I must admit is made up: I was never actually in Boy Scouts! (Got as far as Webelos.) I'm planning to post the conclusion on Thursday.

[Solrex]

I'm planning to post the conclusion on Thursday.

It's now Friday. Where is the next part, I wanna know how this story ends!

[JSample]

I'm planning to post the conclusion on Thursday.

It's now Friday. Where is the next part, I wanna know how this story ends!

It's up now; I posted it Thursday but it wasn't approved till Friday evening.

[Solrex]

Great story, like the use of the suit to increase sensitivity and fun.

Thanks so much, I love your stories as well! Keep going!