another old story, so old my dino almost ate it

[quickbeard]

A Jungle Tale

by Qckbeard

May reveled in the wonderful feeling of soapy water running over her bare body. She was with a group on a jungle safari, and it had been days since she had last had a chance to bathe. When they had set up a more permanent camp, she had demanded that the outdoor shower be set up out of direct sight of the camp as soon as possible. Now, as she scrubbed the grime from her petite oriental body, she had a chance to contemplate how lucky she was to be assigned as official photographer for the party.

Soon, she had rinsed off all of the soap, dried most of her body, and was wrapping a large towel over her breasts as she prepared to go back to her tent. That is when she heard cries from the other members of the camp, and she rushed out to see what was the matter. The men were running in different directions like scattered ants yelling something about a stampede. She stood there puzzled for a second, and looked up to see a herd of elephants running toward the camp, and through it, straight towards her!

She took off as fast as she could into the jungle, panicked because she did not know if they would continue to chase her or not. She kept running until she collapsed from exhaustion; all the while holding tightly to the towel, as if it were her only protection. When she came to her senses, she realized that she was now lost, with no idea of the direction back to camp.

Realizing that the most important resource that she needed was water, she struck out through the jungle towards the distant sound of rushing water. After a while, the ground began to get damp, and then wet under her bare feet. Then her feet began to sink into thick, clinging mud. Soon, it looked like she was wearing some bizarre new kind of boot, as the mud clumped and thickened on her feet and ankles with each step. More importantly, her feet began to feel heavier with each step into the mud, and it was tiring her out more quickly.

She stepped to the side and sat down on an old tree stump to rest, and used leaves to scrape the excess mud off of her calves and feet. It had accumulated to several inches thick, and was difficult to remove, as if it was reluctant to give up its new home. She had removed most of it, though her legs were still stained, when she got up and started moving in another direction through some dense brush.

Suddenly, one leg was consumed up to the knee by soft, dark mush! The suddenness caught her off balance, and she threw herself forward with both arms windmilling to try and catch herself. She now had two problems - she was now stuck up to the knees in the muck; and, since her arms had been flailing around, she had not been prepared for the branch that caught her towel, and torn it from her now naked body.

She tried to pull her legs out, and even reached down through the mud to pull on her knee and free her leg from the quagmire. She almost freed one leg, but the cost for this effort was that her other leg was now sucked up high into her inner thigh. She pushed her leg back down and now rocked back and forth as she struggled.

While she was doing this she looked down and saw the surface of the bog undulating, as if it was laughing at all of her efforts. The mud had swallowed up most of her thighs, when she stopped struggling to catch her breath. As she rested, she looked around, and was astonished to see a large ancient statue on either side of the bog. Then, she noticed the tingling sensation that the silky mud left from her deeply submerged toes up the whisper of a kiss as her dark triangle began to brush the surface of the mud. It seemed to caress her in receding waves under the surface, and its strangely erotic feel made her want to grind her hips and ass deeper into it.

Now oblivious to the danger of the quicksand, she rocked from side to side wanting to feel more, while she began to excite herself with one hand plunged into the mud and the other muddy hand on one of her breasts. As she came, she bucked her body from side to side, while the quicksand pulled her down in great gulps. The feel of the surface as it consumed her hardened nipples was all it took to bring her to final ecstatic climax. Her cries were still echoing through the jungle, when she opened her eyes to see a wizened old man calmly observing her activities.

As she floated on the surface of the bog, with just her shoulders showing; he told her that he did not understand how she had stumbled upon this taboo place. As he motioned for others to pull her from the quagmire, he informed her that while she had honored this special place, she did not belong and must leave. He told her that he knew how to find her party, and that the others would lead her to a place where she could get cleaned up and be dressed. As she left, she reluctantly looked back over her shoulder, and pondered the old man's final words to her: " You have been touched by the mud and it will always call you."

[PM2K]

Another fav of mine...