Rita Sinks... And So Does Everyone Else (M) (Complete!)
Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2020 2:04 pm
So, this story started as another K.I.S.S story, as the title might indicate... but then my muse kept going! Anyway, enjoy this first part!
Rita Sinks... And So Does Everyone Else
A Maiden of the Mire Story
by DJlurker
Part 1- Rita
In the depths of Anderson Swamp, by the light of the full moon, a woman stands at the edge of the bog. Anyone who looked upon her would immediately associate her with Princess Pluto from the Sailor Moon series, as she wore the exact same dress and styled her hair the same way was well. However, said hair was brown instead of green, and eyes were blue instead of red, though her skin tone was similar. The moonlight reflected off her lustrous black evening gown and matching opera gloves as she stared at the moonlit surface of the swamp, swaying back and forth slightly, as if anticipating a lover's arrival...
"Alright, here I go," the woman known to us as Rita said to no one in particular... Sliding off her sandals, her pantyhose-clad feet took a step forward, sinking slightly into the muck... then another, then another... she bent her knees slightly as the quick-mud began to take her in in earnest, said knees soon being engulfed by the dark gray mire...
"Oh yes," Rita breathed out as she slowly shifted back and forth, almost as if engaging in a ritualistic dance of sorts... she swayed her hips as they sank into the mire's embrace, shivering as it's thick mass began to bulge against her groin... sinking a little faster as a result, Rita spread her gloved arms a little for balance, her clenched hands raised, almost looking as if she was half-heartedly rocking to some unheard music...
As the quick-mud began to climb her ribcage, Rita let her arms drop, now laying on the surface, her fingers absentmindedly clawing into the muck a little... the brunette shivered again as her bosom slowly pressed into the mud, her hard nipples visible under her tight black dress... her descent slowed to a stop, Rita now floating chest deep in the bog, which gently rippled and heaved with her motions as she closed her eyes and took deep breaths to keep herself calm, despite her apparent peril...
After a minute or so, Rita pushed her arms down, sinking them into the muck, which quickly asserted a firm grip on them, keeping her from pulling them back up... instead, her hands slowly clench into fists, feeling the mud flowing around her gloved fingers and squishing out of her palms... Rita then pulled her elbows back until they are even with her body, only the upper rims of her opera gloves now visible above the rippling surface...
Rita moaned with pleasure, quaking as the thick mire gently fondled her bosom and bulged against her groin deep below... "Oh yes," she breathed out, shifting side to side, the quick-mud sucking at her submerged body as a result, arcing an intense wave of pleasure through her body, from head to toe... "Oh, Donnie, it feels so good..."
"I'm sure it does," another voice responded. Rita opened her eyes, seeing a decently built blond man with a small mustache and goatee, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, his green eyes focused on the mobile device he was holding in his hands.
"Did you get some good pictures?" Rita asked her lover.
"Oh yeah," Dominick nodded as he scrolled through several shots of his lover sinking into the mire. "But these dinky pictures could never capture your true beauty..." Rita's face blushed deeply at hearing this. "So, can I join you now, or do you wanna wallow by yourself a little longer?"
"Ah... give me a few minutes," Rita replied, quaking again at the feeling of the mire caressing and holding her. "I want to savor this..."
"Well, alright," Dominick sounded mildly disappointed. "Just don't get off before I get in there..."
"Indeed, it's rude to leave your lover high and dry," another voice spoke up, causing the two to cry out in shock. Looking to his right, Dominick saw a swirling mass of mist, that seemed to compress on itself, taking the form of a female figure, which soon turned corporeal. "I hope you don't mind if I join you, do you?"
"The Maiden of the Mire..." Dominick gasped in fear and awe.
*To be continued...*
Off to a sexy start, I'd say! Next time, Donnie joins his lover in the mire...
Rita Sinks... And So Does Everyone Else
A Maiden of the Mire Story
by DJlurker
Part 1- Rita
In the depths of Anderson Swamp, by the light of the full moon, a woman stands at the edge of the bog. Anyone who looked upon her would immediately associate her with Princess Pluto from the Sailor Moon series, as she wore the exact same dress and styled her hair the same way was well. However, said hair was brown instead of green, and eyes were blue instead of red, though her skin tone was similar. The moonlight reflected off her lustrous black evening gown and matching opera gloves as she stared at the moonlit surface of the swamp, swaying back and forth slightly, as if anticipating a lover's arrival...
"Alright, here I go," the woman known to us as Rita said to no one in particular... Sliding off her sandals, her pantyhose-clad feet took a step forward, sinking slightly into the muck... then another, then another... she bent her knees slightly as the quick-mud began to take her in in earnest, said knees soon being engulfed by the dark gray mire...
"Oh yes," Rita breathed out as she slowly shifted back and forth, almost as if engaging in a ritualistic dance of sorts... she swayed her hips as they sank into the mire's embrace, shivering as it's thick mass began to bulge against her groin... sinking a little faster as a result, Rita spread her gloved arms a little for balance, her clenched hands raised, almost looking as if she was half-heartedly rocking to some unheard music...
As the quick-mud began to climb her ribcage, Rita let her arms drop, now laying on the surface, her fingers absentmindedly clawing into the muck a little... the brunette shivered again as her bosom slowly pressed into the mud, her hard nipples visible under her tight black dress... her descent slowed to a stop, Rita now floating chest deep in the bog, which gently rippled and heaved with her motions as she closed her eyes and took deep breaths to keep herself calm, despite her apparent peril...
After a minute or so, Rita pushed her arms down, sinking them into the muck, which quickly asserted a firm grip on them, keeping her from pulling them back up... instead, her hands slowly clench into fists, feeling the mud flowing around her gloved fingers and squishing out of her palms... Rita then pulled her elbows back until they are even with her body, only the upper rims of her opera gloves now visible above the rippling surface...
Rita moaned with pleasure, quaking as the thick mire gently fondled her bosom and bulged against her groin deep below... "Oh yes," she breathed out, shifting side to side, the quick-mud sucking at her submerged body as a result, arcing an intense wave of pleasure through her body, from head to toe... "Oh, Donnie, it feels so good..."
"I'm sure it does," another voice responded. Rita opened her eyes, seeing a decently built blond man with a small mustache and goatee, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, his green eyes focused on the mobile device he was holding in his hands.
"Did you get some good pictures?" Rita asked her lover.
"Oh yeah," Dominick nodded as he scrolled through several shots of his lover sinking into the mire. "But these dinky pictures could never capture your true beauty..." Rita's face blushed deeply at hearing this. "So, can I join you now, or do you wanna wallow by yourself a little longer?"
"Ah... give me a few minutes," Rita replied, quaking again at the feeling of the mire caressing and holding her. "I want to savor this..."
"Well, alright," Dominick sounded mildly disappointed. "Just don't get off before I get in there..."
"Indeed, it's rude to leave your lover high and dry," another voice spoke up, causing the two to cry out in shock. Looking to his right, Dominick saw a swirling mass of mist, that seemed to compress on itself, taking the form of a female figure, which soon turned corporeal. "I hope you don't mind if I join you, do you?"
"The Maiden of the Mire..." Dominick gasped in fear and awe.
*To be continued...*
Off to a sexy start, I'd say! Next time, Donnie joins his lover in the mire...