A Private Waterfall (Hetro Initiation Submersion)

[DangerousWill]

The best part about owning a Yacht was all the secret places you could visit. Not only was it a free ticket to head down to the Caribbean, but it also allowed access to the most private of beaches or the most isolated of islands.

John and Cloe trekked up the stream of their newest conquest, an island so deserted that it didn’t even have trail paths. Their only way inland was along a fresh water stream. They splashed through the stream, eager to find the waterfall that every tropical island seemed to have.
The stream had cut a small path into the earth, exposing a shale bed that shimmered under the running water. It was firm but the top layer was slippery and muddied their toes.

“It’s far too hot today” John complained, slipping his shirt off and exposing his bare chest.
Cloe gave him a warm glance as she admired the sweat dripping down his back. After wiping the back of her own neck she realised that she was just as hot, “I know what you mean” she replied stripping off her own t-shirt to reveal her firm young breasts.
John gave her a confused, disgusted look.
“What? You’re allowed to do it and I’m not?” Cloe pouted, “It’s a deserted island, who’s going to care?”
John stopped to gaze upon her, “I guess it wont hurt” he waded over to the edge of the stream, “We can probably leave them here and collect them on the way back”.
John searched the bank for a suitable branch, and found one above a subsidiary stream that splashed against his knees as he hung it up. He leaned across to hang Cloe’s up only to find his foot sinking into the mud.
Still glancing at his chest Cloe placed her shirt in his still out stretched hand.
“What?” John asked confused, ignoring the shirt to grab a branch to steady himself.
“In these sorts of situations I thought it was normal for the topless woman to offer her top to the guy in trouble” Cloe teased.
“You watch too much Hollywood” John pulled his leg out the mud and washed it in the stream, “The running water must have softened the shale. So long as you stay away from the running water you should be fine”

John continued walking down the stream leaving Cloe to hang her shirt up. She tested her foot in the ooze where John had been, but he was already disappearing out of view.
Disappointedly Cloe followed after him. She was deprived of playing in the mud, but at least John had unwittingly marked the location.

They continued along the stream, the wall of jungle both monotonous and without breaks. No further water entered the stream and no words were shared. Cloe wondered how she could broach the subject of her fantasies, but knew that words were never like actions and they could never be taken back.
The mood changed when they finally heard the falling of water up ahead. The stream opened up into a large pond where the shale bedrock had been worn away over hundreds of years. Behind, the pond shallowed into a drying outcrop where the current waterfall barely landed, turned to mist after its long fall.

John immediately pulled his shorts off and jumped into the pond with a giant splash. Cloe took the time to admire his naked form swimming in the pond. He swam a few circles then came to a rest to watch Cloe, “Are you joining me?”
Cloe raised her eyebrow before sliding down her own shorts, revealing her naked sweat glistened form. She could see the fire glinting in his eyes and the plans that crossed his mind, waiting for her to enter the water.
She slowly walked around the edge of the pond, each step made slowly to tease and force his anticipation, “You promised me a walk to a waterfall” Cloe teased, “And I so wish to cool down in one”
“But think of all the things I can do to you if you join me in here” John pleaded.
Cloe thought about them but knew they were coming anyway. He usually gave better after he had been teased a little anyway. No, Cloe was watching the waterfall kiss the softening surface of the shale outcrop and watching a plan appear in her head, “You’re just going to have to float there and watch”

The outcrop was slippery under the waterfall and Cloe kept her slow pace more to keep balance than to tease. The mud squelched between her toes and the water fell down her shoulders, instantly taking the burden of the heat away.
As she splashed the water over her fine muscles and stretched out her arms to catch the water she knew that John was watching her and enjoying himself. It didn’t take long for her hands to wonder to her most sensitive areas, pinching her erect nipples and rubbing her clit, not just because she knew John was playing with himself, but because she could feel the soles of her feet digging deeper into the mud.
Cloe was starting to have conflicting thoughts. Right now she was okay to be playing with herself, that was normal. But she wanted to grind her legs, loosen up the ground and to let the mud take her. When she did that many things would happen; John would know she was weird, John would freak out and John would probably go nowhere near the mud again or let Cloe for that matter.

Being more tactical she turned her body and hid her right leg behind her left. Then, not breaking her self-indulgence, she began bending her left leg and exposing her clit in the process. The pleasure she now felt was clearly shown as John let out a gasp of amazement. He was getting into her getting off, and was none the wiser about her right leg which had now sunk up to her shin.

This fact alone was getting her horny still. Jacking off in public or having sex in the room next door were all thrills she enjoyed, but sinking into mud and enjoying a forbidden fantasy while those jacking off to you didn’t even notice was something more. Eventually he would notice, but would he notice too soon and spoil her fun, or would he notice too late? How deep could she actually go and for how long had the mud been softened up?
As her right knee slipped into the mud, her folding left leg became a problem. As she was, it was beginning to get in the way of her fingering while her muscles complained at the workout, but if she kneeled down instead she risked exposing her leg and the game would be up.

As her thigh began to slip into the ooze she realised that her leg could only bend so much. Giving up the deception, she brought her left foot down and tucked it against her right thigh. The soles slid along the skin of her leg making her body quiver with the silky feeling.
As her left foot joined the same depth as her right she could see the confusion starting to spread on John’s face. She had nowhere to hide physically so instead she hid within the veil of her own ecstasy, closing her eyes and only speeding up the intensity of her fingers. She could feel the mud moulding around her hand as the last of her legs slipped into the mud. With her legs gone there would be no hope of self-rescue and then John would have to play the game. A little deeper and she could feel the mud rising as her hips involuntary bucked and quivered. She felt the mud forming around her hand holding it in place. She felt the mud sliding against her clit and gave out a gasp as it invaded inside her.

“Oh my god Cloe! What’s going on?” John was climbing out of the pond and racing towards her.
Faking surprise Cloe opened her eyes and took the time to look around her. In her ecstasy she had already sank down to the base of her stomach and the mud looked thick. She made a mock of pulling herself out, but even then she barely moved. Her heart began to pound as she realised the danger she was in, but as the mud held her fast and bubbled in her vagina the sight of John coming to her rescue only made her hornier.
“I’m going to get you out of there, don’t panic!” John’s confidence was sexy but his rescue attempt was lousy as he leaned over and groped for her free hand which she realised was still fondling her breasts.

She offered him her hand and he took it. She contemplated whether she could pull him closer but he was already using all his core to anchor himself and pull on her arm.
“Ouch, you’re going to pull my arm off!” Cloe complained, “Don’t you know how leverage works, you need to get closer”, Cloe informed him desperately, aware of her sinking stomach and her limited time before it became fatal.
John begrudgingly stepped closer and closer, realising that the closer he got, the easier it was to pull her out. He took her by the shoulders and began extracting her. First her hips came out and then her legs began to show.
Cloe just went limp as she felt the force of her hero come to save her. She savoured the warm touch of his hands and watched the muscles in his thigh work to pull her out. Slowly he raised her up to the level of his manhood, now limp from the danger and the distraction, and she quickly fed it into her mouth.

The act came as a surprise to John as he just froze and tried to understand what she was doing. Cloe knew that it was only a matter of time before he made sense of what she was doing and that she needed to make him want to oblige. She sucked and blew and licked and kissed and tried to remember every trick in her book, even the ones she didn’t like. John grunted in confusion and annoyance but as she felt his member stiffen in her mouth and his grip of her shoulders lessen, she knew that she had won him over.

With John now as a passive observer her descent into the mud resumed. As the mud climbed up her thighs, she thought about sticking her hand down there, the window was closing quickly, but she knew this wasn’t about her today. She was destined to sink in mud, with or without John, but today was about opening up his mind to the idea.

John gasped as she did her magic and as her soft lips sucked at his shaft he could feel the soft mud swallow his feet and suck at his legs. Cloe was hungry for his dick and continued in passion, ignoring the mud that seemed to pull her down with equal fervour. Part of him told him how dangerous and irresponsible this was while he knew this was the best blow job he had ever had. His mind was swimming, his heart was beating but he didn’t know if he should scream in terror or give in to his orgasm.

All the while Cloe watched him trapped in his sexual confusion. The mud was rising higher and higher and taking her deeper than she had ever gone before. It had since taken her legs back and swallowed her stomach but John hadn’t been anywhere near yet. As it teased at the edge of her ribs she knew her chance to escape was slipping away, but if John were to escape without cumming then she knew such a possibility would never occur again.

He looked so conflicted as the mud swallowed his knees and bubbled at the base of her breasts. Trapped in his moans he gave her a pleading look to stop and Cloe knew her plans were nearly at failure. Her mouth was saw; her lips chafed but there was no way she was going to give up now.

John was caught on the edge as he stared down at his lover. Her sexual endeavours made her crazy but even now as she risked her life for his sexual enjoyment he couldn’t help but love her. Her breasts were muddied and stained and yet she still looked so beautiful. As the mud pushed up over her slim shoulders she looked so smooth and siren like. And as the mud pushed up around her neck and under her chin she looked so innocent. He could read the emotion on her face, begging him to cum but too defiant to stop. He tried as hard as he could to push past that edge but it still felt wrong.
As the mud pushed up around his hips, so too did it climb up her face. The mud pit and his lover become one sensual force, sucking on all of his lower half. As Cloe sank beneath the mud no trace was left of her on the surface. But he knew she was still there as she kept on sucking regardless. John resigned himself from his mission and decided to just relax into his predicament. Closing his eyes he pictured Cloe’s face as it had sank, both pleading and loving. He could feel Cloe and the mud fighting over him now. He felt her arms clutching his legs as she kept her purchase and rhythm. But he could also feel the mud sliding up his chest, stroking him as if to say that Cloe was just a deep and distant memory. That soon it would be just him and the mud. Kissing his arms as he sank still deeper it reminded him that he could still leave, but it would keep his lover forever.

He thought about her innocent face, tricked by the mud. He admired her resolve as even now he could feel her tongue licking him. He tried to count how long she had been down there and wondered how much air was left. She must be nearly out, doomed to twitch and quiver as she gave her last breath to get him off.

He couldn’t take it anymore. His penis throbbed and his mind rushed as he felt the cum pouring out of him into his lover’s mouth. He felt bad at the disrespect but felt better that she wanted it. Somehow being buried under all that mud dehumanised her and he gave in to the bucking and the testosterone. He just lay there floating, no longer feeling the mud or the mouth of his lover. Was his lover’s mouth full of cum, or mud or both. His mind wondered for an eternity as he barely remembered that he was still sinking.
“Let the mud take me, it feels right” he spoke to no one.
“Oh no you don’t!” a voice complained as a mouth popped open in the mud.
Two hungry eyes grew out from the mud and looked at him both lovingly and hungrily.
“But the mud feels so good, I want it to take me” John complained.
“I didn’t just go through all that to lose you on your first day” Cloe began to pull herself to John’s level, “You and me have a lot more sinking to do yet”


The best part about owning a yacht is all the mud flats, silt pans and secret sinking locations that you can visit. And the opportunities it offers to share such a fantasy with your unwitting partner.

[Person 5]

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