A Love of Nature (Erotic, Fatal, Accepting, Submersion)

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A Love of Nature (Erotic, Fatal, Accepting, Submersion)

Postby PM2K » Sun Jul 23, 2017 2:33 pm

New story by me....

A Love of Nature - by PM2K

The weather is sunny and clear, with a hint of summer heat. The water gurgles happily around her canoe as she paddles along the slow river, using a long, slow J-stroke. Her long, bronzed legs are outstretched inside the green-colored vessel, bare from the tips of her toes and her elegant feet to the frayed hem of her faded denim shorts, cropped close to her crotch. She wears a worn, off-white t-shirt which seems to strain to contain her large, firm breasts, the neck removed to expose her generous cleavage. The dark rings of her nipples and areola are clearly visible beneath the damp, thinning fabric.
Her bronzed features and fine chiseled cheekbones speaks of her proud native heritage. Her jet black hair, which falls to the small of her back, has been tamed, bound in a tight braid which hangs over her left shoulder, bouncing atop her left breast.

Chepi is at peace for the first time in a long while. A noted artist and sculptor, she was always uncomfortable with fame. When it became too much, she would vanish into the bush for weeks at a time, following the river and its countless streams which branch off of it. She is far more comfortable in the wilderness which inspires her art than among people.
She closes her dark eyes, relishing the sensations of wind, the sound of water and rustling trees, the smells of rich, growing things. At 35 she has had three lovers – two men and a woman – but none of the affairs really amounted to anything. The physical pleasure was quite satisfying, she recalls with a smile, but there was always something missing.
Chepi shrugs, and resumes paddling. Such is life. She always preferred her own company.

The stream she is following is new to her.... grasses grew thick along its banks, and the water is clear and cold. Looking over the side, she can clearly see the sandy bottom some three feet below her.
I have time.... time to find a place to camp for the night... Chepi thinks. Her camping gear, packed inside a rucksack, rests beneath the canoe's seat beneath her. She has enough supplies for three days.... maybe five if she gets lucky and snags a few fish for dinner.
The sun is getting warmer, and she starts to wonder if maybe a swim might be in order. The stream may be shallow, but is still deep and wide enough for a decent paddling about.
Within an hour, the idea is really starting to appeal to Chepi, so she starts looking for a place to land. Her sharp eyes spot a wide gray bank jutting out from the shoreline, and steers the canoe towards it. The bank is wide, maybe 15 feet across, and 10 feet deep, and as she gets closer she sees its surface is dry and lightly cracked.
The bow softly noses into the shore, and Chepi prepares to hop out, ready to haul her canoe out of the water. This place may make a great camping site...
Her feet strike the bank... and immediately they glide under, dragging her long legs with them. Before she can react, she is hip deep in thick, quivering slime...

“What the hell?”
Chepi grabs hold of her canoe, using it as a brace. The bank is deceptive... looking solid but actually was quite soft and yielding. The surface is warm, but beneath it is cool and dark... She struggles to extract herself, cursing and straining. The mud... clearly clay-based... is greasy to the touch and clings like a leech. It emits wet sucking sounds as she battles it, and she is unsettled by how the whole bank shudders in response to her movements.
Quickclay.... this whole bank is quickclay...
Grunting, braced on the canoe, Chepi backs her way slowly out of the gummy trap, and after a time finally extracts her muck covered legs and hips out of the clay, falling unceremoniously inside the canoe. She frowns. Guess I need that swim.... noticing the thick layer of clay coating her limbs, and splattering her shirt. Her shorts are soaked in the slimy mud.

She stares at the wet hole she left behind, noticing how the clay flows into it. Soon a shallow puddle of water will lie there for a time, and them it will dry out, leaving behind a dent.
Her hands start gliding over her legs, clearing off clumps of clay as she does so. The sensation is quite pleasant, and she finds herself massaging the mud into her skin.
Her hands, acting on their own, continue to smear the clay into a thin coating on her legs. Big clots of clay fall off her limbs to plop on the bottom of the canoe... she stares at them, wondering...
The suction.... the way the clay seemed to desire her body,,,, hunger for it.... like some monster... Chepi is finding the thought of it quite exciting... arousing even. Her breath quickens. Heart is hammering. She feels her face get warm as she notices how hot and slippery she's becoming beneath her muddy shorts.
She shakes her head. Jeez... what the hell's wrong with me? Yet this feels so.... familiar...

Then the memory comes through... one she hadn't thought of in a long time...

She closes her eyes, remembering a time when, while fishing with her father as a teen, she had stumbled into a shallow shoal of quicksand lying hidden within a low sandbar, sinking to her waist. It made for a great family story; her panicked struggles, her Dad telling her to stay calm and stay still. Her panic subsided when her feet felt firm ground beneath the sluggishly flowing sand, and she was extracted after a brief time.
Wet and muddy, she felt her young heart pounding in her chest, her entire body tingling. In the heat of summer, she dried out quickly and brushed the grains of sand off. Her father laughing, and she joining in. One moment convinced she was being sucked down to her doom... the next finding out there was nothing to really worry about.
That night, though.... that night...
In her bedroom inside the rental cabin, lying on top of the sheets naked, Chepi felt restless. It was suffocatingly hot that night... her skin shone with a film of sweat and she felt slick and greasy. Yet it isn't the temperature alone which made her restless.
Her hands and fingers began to explore her young body as within her mind she once again relived her encounter with the quicksand.... how it yielded under her bare feet, dragging her down with a ruthless swiftness. A vision of a dozen films and television shows ran through her brain of bottomless pits of slimy sand swallowing people whole... She imagined herself being one of those victims... the quicksand tight against her... wet and pulsing...
Chepi remembers crying out loud, loud enough for her parents to hear as she masturbated... back arched, pelvis pumping the sky in time with her hand... Her entire body shuddered violently, and hot fluid spurt out to soak her hand, pubic hair... to drip down her crotch and trickle over her bare ass...
Spent, she collapsed, breathing hard. She feels flushed, from her head to her toes... throbbing with energy. Her muscles are butter, loose and wobbly. She can barely move.
Trying to quiet her breathing, which comes out in shuddering gasps, her ears strain to hear any sign of her parents stirring... maybe even getting up to check on her...
But all she hears is the sounds of their snoring.
She tries to rationalize what she has done... and why... and the only explanation she could come up with is sinking in quicksand made her horny. Even thinking about it...
Over the course of the next two weeks of their vacation, Chepi would keep returning to that spot to keep on sinking, stripping down to her underwear and grinding herself into it as deep as she could. She enjoyed her first orgasm outside of masturbation that way, and during later visits grew more daring and would strip off all of her clothing to wallow happily....

“Mmmmmm.....” she murmurs, relishing the memory she keeps turning over in her mind. Chepi sighs, opening her eyes once again. She had managed a half dozen visits to the quicksand pool during their vacation before they had to head back home... Two months later, her father passed away from a heart attack. Her mother, gone six years later, from ovarian cancer. She never returned to the campground. Never returned to the quicksand.
Chepi would fantasize about it for a few years while she pleasured herself, but soon enough reality and other fantasies crowded it out. Occasionally, she'd feel a familiar greasy warmth in her crotch whenever a quicksand scene appeared on the TV, but for the most part didn't think of it much...
Still, she had to admit during her wilderness excursions she would use her feet to poke at promising patches of wet ground... but was always disappointed.... Now, when she was no longer looking...
“I can't believe I'm thinking about this...” she says quietly, staring at the clay bank. Who knows how deep that was? If I got into trouble, who would save me?
She feels her hips shudder, her tits tingle, nipples growing hard. God... I am thinking about this, aren't I?
She finds herself scanning the bank, looking for a better way to enter it... and without thinking, uses her paddle to push off , back into the stream, and begins to paddle downstream a few yards...

There...
Chepi glides to shore again, aiming for a place heavily grassed which rims the clay bank. She ties off the canoe on a patch of scrub, no more than a handful of twigs poking out of the clay, and once moored, takes off her shirt, exposing her bronze breasts to the sun. They bead with drops of sweat, and it feels good to expose them to the forest air. Dropping the shirt into the bottom of the canoe, she carefully gets out, testing the grassed mud with her feet.
It's firm... she nods, satisfied, and stands erect, looking over the landscape. Nothing in sight except trees, grass, the clear stream, and the clay bed. Nodding, she undoes her braid, letting her long hair flow free. Shaking her head, she feels her damp tresses slap lightly against the small of her bare back.
Chepi stands there, all six feet of her, arms outstretched, her hair fluttering in the brisk warm breeze like a banner. Aware of the damp denim encasing her hips, she hooks her thumbs under the edge of her shorts and pushes them off, letting them drop onto her feet with a plopping sound. Deftly, she steps out of them, then using her toes to grasp the clothing to flip it into the canoe.
Naked, she stands to relish the sensation... she always felt free whenever she could escape her clothing... Chepi never wore anything when swimming, preferring to feel the cool water directly on her skin, flowing freely over her every curve.
Slowly, carefully, feeling with her feet, she makes her way along the edge of the clay bed, the grasses stroking her hips and legs as she moves. She can hear the buzz of insects, but under the blistering sun and stiff breeze they cannot get close enough to bother her.
The surface seems firm enough... Chepi debates whether to crawl across to the center, where she is convinced this muck should be deepest, or simply walk until it gives way... At the water's edge, she couldn't feel anything solid with her feet when she sank into it.
Crawling would be smarter, perhaps.... but her rising excitement won't permit her to be slow and timid. She feels her pussy getting soaked with arousal, juices trickling down the insides of her thighs... Her clitoris is getting hard, almost painfully so, and she feels flashes of pleasure as it twitches eagerly into the air....
Chepi feels her legs shake with excitement. I just got to get in there or I'll go insane...

Unable to wait any longer, she takes a long stride out onto the clay bed. The mud is soft and rubbery under foot, baked warm by the sun. She bounces in place for a moment, and smiles as she feels the whole mass around her shudder with her movements. It is so much like a water bed... and yet, it hints at hidden depths.
Chepi can feel a rising dampness licking the soles of her feet, and realizes it wouldn't take too much to break through this crust to the dark, wet slime beneath... but she wanted to go out further... as far as she can to the center of the clay bog, where she sensed (hopes?) it is at its deepest.
She moves forward again, taking careful steps, the clay shaking under her weight. Her whole body tingles with excitement... and she finds herself gasping from the excitement of her rising arousal. Her crotch feels like it is filled with hot wax, ready to overflow, the movement of her hardened athletic thighs bringing a delightful friction to her womanhood.
God... this keeps up and I'm going to come right here... she thinks, then laughs out loud. I'm acting like a horny schoolgirl, ready to frig myself off at the slightest...

Blup!
Chepi's right foot finds paradise first, pushing through a crust which suddenly melts beneath it... sending her shin deep. Her left glides in smoothly beside it, and just like that, her forward progress ends, close to the geographic center of the clay. Looking down, her dark eyes sees a thin skin of water forming around her legs, just below her knees, welling up from the ground. The clay feels wonderful against her skin... greasy and sticky at the same time.
It's warm... she thinks, wiggling in place. So warm...
Chepi tries to lift her right leg... and finds she can only move it upwards a foot or so before the clay sucks it back down. The left leg is the same.
“Guess you're not letting me go that easily...” she says, sweat dripping off of her face. The weather is getting hotter and more humid... The sky is beginning to darken to the west, showing hints of an impending thunderstorm, maybe six hours off.
I'll be done long before then... Chepi thinks, then begins to shift her weight, alternating between legs, gyrating her bare hips in slow sensual circles. The movements work in one way... the clay begins to loosen and melt, slowly turning into a semi-solid fluid, much like greasy cake batter. However, it isn't helping her get out... instead, she feels herself being drawn deeper.
A sly grin plays across her face. Perfect...

Wiggling her feet, which are sealed deep beneath the quickclay, Chepi forces them to point downwards, her toes straining to find bottom and not finding it... Encouraged, she begins to struggle, thrashing about in a rhythmic way, forcing the clay around her to shake and quiver. She starts pumping her legs, lifting as high as they would go, then thrusting them deep into the thick, creamy clay...
Her breathing becomes ragged from effort... the wet slurping sounds emitted by the gray muck reminds her of sex... so much so she decides her aching pussy needs some attention... In a well practiced motion, her right hand cups her sodden groin, and she eases her three middle fingers deep inside herself... her thumb grinding her clitoris. She shudders, locked in place by the clay holding her legs. Her hips thrust against her hand, making loud smacking sounds. Sharp grunts and moans escape from her open mouth, her skin slick with sweat, as she violently fucks her fist, each motion driving her naked body deeper into the soft clay.
Climaxing, Chepi arches her back and cries out passionately, her pussy exploding wetly, squirting through her fingers, musky sex juices splattering atop the heaving surface of the clay. She is nearly incoherent in speech, her voice a series of grunts and screams. Finally, she relaxes, the sharp spasms within easing off as her orgasm fades.
“Oh.... Jesus....” she pants, struggling to remember the last time she had come that hard... must have been that young art student she had, that one summer when she took on an apprentice. Sweet, shy girl. Real demon in the bedroom.

Resting to catch her breath, Chepi finds herself close to crotch deep in the shivering clay. She squirms a bit in place, feeling it brushing against the underside of her bare buttocks.
Guess I'm in it now, she thinks, smiling thinly. I wonder if I can get out, if I wanted too?
Curious, she places her hands on either side of herself and presses hard against the thicker, rubbery clay crust. She rises upwards a couple of inches... then she feels the crust melt beneath her palms. Instantly, she lifts her hands, not wanting to get them stuck – at least not now - and promptly sinks past her crotch in warm slime.
Chepi's eyes widen in reaction to the sudden sensation of soft clay slapping against her bareness, which still pulses from its interactions with her right hand. A sharp flare of sensation shoots through her pussy, forcing her hips to thrust forward out of reflex.
“Ugh... uh...”
She begins to rock and twist in place, using techniques well honed by riding her lovers. She thrusts forward at a regular pace, rotating her pelvis, forcing her hips and legs deeper into the pulsing clay... Below, she forces her long feet downwards, willing her toes to sink into the clay's depths...
Chepi's fingers clench and dig into the surface... she can feel her breasts bounce in place, nipples rock hard and dripping with sweat. She moans as she feels her ass cheeks begin to spread apart by her new lover's sticky hands, filling her crack and forcing a thick tongue deep within her anus to ooze inside her lower bowel... She shudders with pleasure, forcing much of the clay bank to quake in response.

Still moving, Chepi feels the gooey clay rise over her belly, swallowing the remainder of her hips. It has changed in consistency somewhat... it is still thick, but as she stirs the muck with her naked body, it takes on a creamy texture...
The clay makes dense slurping sounds as it sucks happily on its prey... Groaning, she reaches around herself with her left hand, letting her palm glide over her curves.... and slides it under the clay... Her stiff fingers push their way into her ass, cramming wads of greasy clay deep inside... Well lubed with liquid earth, she starts to fuck herself with her fingers, reaching and stretching her anus wide....
Chepi grunts animal like, her right hand busy frigging herself below the clay's surface, fingers spreading herself wide to encourage the clay to fill her pussy... It obliges, aided by her descent into the goopy mire... Deep below, her toes still feel nothing solid... as all around her the clay's surface cracks and shakes violently... save for the sodden pool forming immediately around her body...
“Oh... fuck... fuck... yeah... yeah... yeah!”
No longer caring if there is anyone within earshot, she starts to shout out loud... this always augmented her pleasure... acting out as if she's a porn star, fucking the hell out of Mother Nature....
She jolts suddenly, the orgasm slamming hard into her... Her back arches, hair whipping back... her mouth hangs open, her breath rushing out in shallow gasps, mixed with her moans and cries. Her innards twist and spasm with an intensity which is disturbingly close to pain... Her reaction is to ride it out by thrusting down even more vigorously with her hips, her body smacking against the sloppy clay...
I'm a cock... she screams in her mind. I'm the biggest goddamned cock in the world... and I'm fucking Mother Nature's bottomless sloppy cunt! Deeper... deeper...deeper...
“Take it, you bitch! Take it!!!” Chepi screams out loud, her body thrashing against the undulating clay bog. The whole bank seems to be losing its solidity, liquefying against the sexual fury she is unleashing upon it....

“Gaaaaaaaaaah!”
Spent, Chepi collapses in place, her breasts pressing into the slimy clay. Gasping, drenched in gray mud and sweat, she keeps working clay inside her ass with her left hand, wigging in response to the sensations of pleasurable fullness. Her right is thickly coated in clay and bodily fluids, ejected from her with such force they had cut through the muck to warm her hand.
“Oh.... Jesus... Jesus...”
Her whole body vibrates with sensation. Slowly, she attempts to sit up, a move which forces her to glide deeper into the clay to just below her breasts. She squirms as the change of position forces her buried hand deeper inside her.
Chepi's hair is plastered against her bare back, some of it lying atop the clay's surface. She wiggles her fingers inside herself, sighing as a small aftershock of sensation shivers through her.
In all her life... she hadn't experienced something that intense, either alone or with partners. Wish I had found this place sooner.... she smiles lazily. Best lay I've ever had...

Still basking in the afterglow, Chepi becomes aware of how her breasts are now resting on top of the soft gray mud, and realizes she keeps sinking a little deeper into it with each passing moment. Slowly, her dark eyes scan the surrounding area, knowing she won't find anything within reach to haul herself out... nothing except more quivering clay.
She sighs. No way out. The possibility of being sucked completely under is one of the reasons she gets so excited about the idea of wallowing in liquid earth, but she isn't particularly keen on drowning out here.
If it comes to it, my canoe would make a unique headstone, she thinks, glancing over her shoulder... then her eyes widen in surprise. There is no sign of it. Somehow it had slipped its mooring and drifted downstream... Her motions in the clay must have softened the bank to the point the vessel had broken free.
Chepi smiles to herself. Seems it is indeed her fate to disappear without a trace... She finds herself strangely at ease with the idea.
The nature artist becoming one with nature... certainly a poetic fate. Truth be told, she really didn't have anyone who is waiting for her, except an agent and his 10 per cent commission. Besides the clay really does feel wonderful... and she wonders what it would feel like to be completely consumed...

The tepid clay reaches her nipples as Chepi works on extracting her buried hands. It is like pulling them through heavy sticky dough, and her efforts only succeed in pulling her breasts under the surface. She wiggles her shoulders from side to side, feeling the clay flow over her orbs, kneading them gently.
Her arousal begins to flare to life as the clay sucks and licks her nipples and every part of her submerged body. She sighs again, this time with pleasure, her face shining with perspiration. Giving up on freeing her hands, she instead puts them back to work... the fingers on her left plunging inside her ass, pushing in clay... her right, spreading herself wide while using her thumb to rub her clit.
Her pelvis begins to rock against the clay's thickness and her fists, and she feels herself being pulled downward... Her voice sounds out her passion, gasping and groaning... all to the wet sounds of the clay gurgling and slapping against her flesh.
“Oh... God... ugh... ugh...uhh...”
Chepi feels the clay flow sluggishly over the tops of her shoulders to ooze around her neck... her teeth gritted with effort as she tries to frig one more orgasm out of her body before she goes under. It is getting close.... so close...
The rubbery clay presses firmly under her chin... she can feel its hunger as it pulls steadily on her legs... fills her ass and pussy... massages and squeezes and licks every part of her... even the tips of her toes... She grunts and moans at a steady rate, in time with the hot flashes of pleasure shooting through her crotch to melt the center of her pelvis. The clay has stiffened inside her, impaling her on a pair of phalluses... Aided by her fingers, she feels the mud roll around inside her, violating her deepest and most sensitive spots...

“Oh, fuck.... fuck.... fuck me.... fuck me....” Chepi gasps, acting out her role in this erotic performance to no one. Despite the heaviness of the clay flowing thickly around her, she is still able to rock in place, thrusting against the muck and her hands... Her breasts are being gently crushed by the clay engulfing them... her nipples rock hard as they stab into the gray slime.
I'm melting... melting... she thinks, feeling a hot and greasy wet sensation building up inside... almost unbearably painful... She feels like a volcano, ready to erupt... to burst forth...
Tilting her head back to prolong this, Chepi feels the clay press against the back of her skull, cradling it softly. Gray slime oozes into her ears, shutting out most sounds save her ragged breathing and pounding heart. She can taste the clay now, gritty and earthen, as it dribbles into the corners of her mouth. Clay is lapping at her lower lip... her long hair floats about to surround her face, all that is left of her body.
“Ugh... ugh... yes.... yes! Ye... mmmph!”
The clay flows thickly into her mouth, which Chepi decided not to close at the last minute. Her breath gargles through the muddy slime, which quickly and greedily fills her mouth and flows down her throat and windpipe...
She doesn't choke at first, so into the throes of her final climax it all becomes one large sensation. Her face melts into the clay, which flows over her eyes and forehead to form a shallow dent on the surface.
Beneath the shuddering surface, Chepi's body explodes, back arching, jaw wide in a silent scream of pleasure. Her body thrashes against the grip of the clay, as it struggles vainly to escape... but only manages to sink deeper...

Several dragonflies buzz over the heaving, bubbling surface of the clay bank, which slowly calms down, then flattens out, save for a few holes leading to a shallow puddle near the center, where several more bubbles froth out before all is calm once again.
Downstream, Chepi's canoe drifts on unmolested. It wouldn't be discovered for a month, by which time all surface traces of its former owner had been erased from the clay.
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Re: A Love of Nature

Postby DJlurker » Sun Jul 23, 2017 4:07 pm

Very yummy! If you gotta go, go out with a bang... 8-)

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Re: A Love of Nature (Erotic, Fatal, Accepting, Submersion)

Postby hawkmaster91 » Sun Jul 23, 2017 6:35 pm

Very well written and very erotic.

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Re: A Love of Nature (Erotic, Fatal, Accepting, Submersion)

Postby stevensh12 » Sun Jul 23, 2017 6:53 pm

Very detailed and erotic nice work would love to see more
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Re: A Love of Nature (Erotic, Fatal, Accepting, Submersion)

Postby velocity88 » Sun Jul 23, 2017 10:07 pm

Sex-Ay! Sex-Ay! Sex-Ay! You realize that's THREE Sex-Ay's, and the crowd goes WILD!!!!! :D ;) :D

Also, three new stories in 1.5 months?! You are on a roll, baby! Whoever you're muse is, tell him/her to keep working overtime!

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Re: A Love of Nature (Erotic, Fatal, Accepting, Submersion)

Postby Ace » Sat Jul 29, 2017 3:44 am

velocity88 wrote:Sex-Ay! Sex-Ay! Sex-Ay! You realize that's THREE Sex-Ay's, and the crowd goes WILD!!!!! :D ;) :D

Could not agree more, 10/10 with this one.

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Re: A Love of Nature (Erotic, Fatal, Accepting, Submersion)

Postby water_bug_62208 » Sat Aug 19, 2017 12:56 am

Very well-written and detailed in description of her actions. An interesting combination of a woman hopelessly stuck and sinking in the mud, yet she cares not as she enjoys the sensual qualities of her struggles. Love the your descriptions of how the clay mire's suction held her legs fast, letting them rise a little before sucking them back down deeper. Great description of the environment and the muddy area.

Thanks for sharing!


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