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Leterrible
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My first story

Postby Leterrible » Mon Jan 11, 2021 9:07 am

Hello everybody,
after being a lurker for a lot of time, I bent myself to write a story. I have to warn you that English is not my main language, so my storyline may not be correct, but I wish to share this story with you after reading many stories written by some of you.
I hope you will enjoy my story.

"A little mud after a hot summer" by Leterrible
(f, willing, non-fatal)

Nora Ackerson was driving her car through the forest, listening to the radio about the weather in this Saturday's afternoon. After three weeks of hot and dry summer, the weather became cooler. But no rain was in sight for the following days. While driving, Nora felt her heart racing in her chest as she gets closer to her destination while she replaced a streak of her hairs behind her ear.
She had blonde hairs long enough to cover her shoulders, gathered together in a ponytail, blue-indigo eves with long eyelashes, thin elegant eyebrows, an adorable nose, lovely lips most often curved into a gentle smile and a long and thin neck. She was quite a beauty, she knew it and from time to time, enjoyed the stare of men on her silhouette.
While most of her workmates, males and females, were quite friendly with, she was snagged on a regular basis by one of her superiors, who outrageously flirting with her, almost harassing her. She managed to keep him at bay, but wondered how long she will keep it this way.
She had curves on the right places: her breasts were round and firm, her waist was not too thin, her hips were well curved, her butt evocated a peach and her legs were well proportioned.
Usually, she wore a very formal work attire: vest, white shirt, a plain skirt which covered her knees and heeled shoes. Serious and dedicated to her job, she was friendly with most of her workmates and didn’t hesitate to help a trainee. What her workmates didn't know about her, that she has a certain hobby.
If any peculiar about this lovely woman, that was her hobby. It started when Nora was sixteen, when surfing on Internet, at an age when the body changes as the mind.
She has already a certain fascination about mud and she happened to learn on WAM forums that were peoples who're doing things into it. After hours of surfing and reading forums about mud and the whatnot, she collected her courage and tried dipping into a muddy pond near her house just after school hours into a secluded part of the forest.
Her first experience just drove her mud desire even deeper. Enjoying to the last minute her mud dipping, she discovered that she enjoyed it at best when clothed. After some errands into the area around her house, she discovered a marsh secluded enough to avoid any unnecessary encounter and vast enough to enjoy some wading.
She has a sense of fashion that amazed her female workmates. She loved much to match her clothes or trying a new combination. She tried many a combo of clothes for her "hobby, but always with boots.
She was a lover of boots. Thanks to her job, she has enough of money to indulge herself into them, especially those in shiny leather and of a certain length because they emphases on her silhouette, showing how much lovely shaped legs she had. She always choose boots just below the knees, over the knee and thigh high. Never shorter
Even if she knew that using them for her muddy hobby will ultimately led to their destruction, she couldn't stop because wearing boots while she is mudding because it was part of her fantasies. After passing through the forest near her house, she took a dusty trail off the main road and kept driving. The lush forest soon left place to a vast plain where you could see many bushes of high grass and reeds.
The place was a maze of mudflats, peat bogs, ponds, where many islets high grass and reeds high enough to block one is vision doted the area, with some trees, many of them dead or withering. Many creeks that separated the islets were filled with muddy water...or watered peat. Usually, the place was filled with enough water to allow anyone to cross it on a kayak, the small rivers that ended there were constant.
But this summer was unusually hot and dry. Not even a drop of rain to refresh the air, which is so dry that the sweat had barely time to drip before evaporate. The swamp’s water level dropped so low that it was impossible to cross it with a kayak. The mud's surface dried forming a crust which looked like solid enough to walk on it, even if many crevasses formed. Many reeds and grass bushes grew yellow and withered before long, tainting the marsh with many colors, the frogs went under the surface, looking for the freshness of the mud to escape the drying heat. Even now, as the air became cooler, they stayed dormant, waiting for the rain to drop and restore the marsh to his initial state.
The trail that Nora followed now for a while started to disappear into reeds and high grass bushes, preventing her to go further with her car. Asides her car's engine, the only source of noise was the wind brushing through the reeds. Turning off her engine, she opened the car's door and put her feet on the ground, setting herself on the driver's seat. Then she caught her attire of the day for her hobby. After she changed, she closed her car and kept only her caris key, her purse with her phone and other things will only get in her way. Turning around to check herself and her clothes, she felt satisfied.
Today, she wore a black leather mid-thigh short skirt with a white shirt under an deep blue leather vest that cover her from her neck to her hips, open just above her cleavage. To complete her attire, she put on black leather thigh high boots which were tight enough to felt as a second skin. She didn't wear any headwear and freed her hairs from her usual, yet sexy ponytail, descending to her shoulders.
After a few steps and spinning around, she threw her steps toward the marsh.
The outer parts of the marsh were a little muddy, some ponds were completely dried by the harsh sun from previous weeks. Some creeks gave a fake hope to Nora, only to reveal themselves as dry. Not discouraged by this, she headed deeper into the marsh, striving through the dried reeds and the high grass. Soon, she reached a mudflat that teared through the reeds and the grass. The expanse of dry looking mud was nine meters width and twenty meters long at most. Here and there, some reeds were still green where the surface was dark brown when others at the edge of the mudflat were yellow where the surface was light brown.
A smile soon broke through her face. Carefully, she took small steps. At the edge of the mudflat, the dry surface was hard. Nora kept going on, her boots slowly bringing her further. After she reached the darkened surface, her boots started to leave some traces into the soft ground. Encouraged, she kept walking, each step was a little deeper than the previous one.
The mud depth was barely around her boot's soles, so she aimed for the center of the mudflat. After a few steps, her right boot finally broke through the soft surface, sinking down to her ankle. Her smile widening, she threw her left leg further, breaking through the soft crust and sunk it a little deeper. As she kept walking further reaching the center of the mudflat, she sunk just a little deeper barely under her knees. But the mud's grip on her boots, the suction and gurgling noises, the sight of her booted legs swallowed by the wet mud turned her on. She caressed the sides of her chest, pushing her breasts toward each other while fondling her nipples. She felt her womanhood becoming moist from her excitation. But it wasn't enough for her. All of this had only build up her anticipation.
She wanted more. She craved for more.
After only thirty minutes of exploring and wading, she knew having plenty of time to explore, playing and indulged herself so she decided to head further into the marsh. She pumped on her legs, simulating a half-hearted attempt to pull her legs out of the mud
It allowed her to sink, but not much. Barely knee deep, she played a little longer into the mudflat before really pulling out her boots and looking for a deeper spot. The mud's grip was not enough firm to prove challenging for the young woman, so it was only a matter of minutes before she left the mudflat behind her as she walked away
As she worked her way through the reeds and the high grass, she thought suddenly that before she waded into the mud, she has to wade through the grass and the reeds, forcing her way through them. Amused she kept going, only slowed down by the grass and the reeds caught by her vest or her legs. She couldn't spot the mudflats or the peat ponds through the maze of reeds without the sun’s reflection on the water. So, she just kept walking through the reeds, looking for it.
While the air was cool, it didn't prevent the young woman to sweat a little, thanks to the effort put into her walk. Even if she doesn't go for fitness club or the likes, she was quite athletic thanks to her choice to not using the elevators (except when she had fifteen floors to climb) and usual physical outdoors activities. While whipping sweat from her front, she completely opened her leather vest and unbuttoned a little her shirt, hoping to relieve some of the heat. As she walked, she started to feel a change into the ground the further she go, softening with each step forward. Her heart was relieved that she was heading into the right direction.
While she was navigating through the reeds, she barely spotted the gap between two walls of reeds before her. As she got close, she could see what was in front of her.
It was one of the many former creeks that were cut off from the main water way and were, slowly filled up with peat along time. They formed sort of ditch that streak through the marsh, half-hidden by the reeds and the high grass, only to be seen at their very edge...or when you stumble onto them They could be shallow or quite deep.
Nora had already experienced a deep dive into one of them and it took a lot of struggle to get out as she sunk waist deep. The peat was thicker than mud and she could feel a difference of thickness between the surface and the bottom.
Biting her lower lips, she stared at the peat bog, wondering how much its consistency changed with the lack of water. The anticipation built up since earlier didn't go down, so it didn't took too much time for her to descend in the peat bog At first, the peat slowly swallow her right boot, as she kneeled on the edge of the bog. She felt a soft bottom under her boot, as her knee was barely above the peat. Then she threw her left leg, which sunk a little deeper.
Once she was into the peat, she could feel sinking slowly, as her kneels drove deeper into the soft bottom. She pulled her right leg, feeling a firm resistance around her ankle as the soft bottom retained her.
Putting a little more effort, she freed her leg and sent in further, tracing a muddy trail into the peat, where her leg sunk deeper.
Wading through the thick peat, she enjoyed its embrace around her legs, the churning of it while her legs traced their way. She was already mid-thigh deep into the bog and as she reached the middle of the bog, she could observe her legs slowly, swallowed by the peat up to the hem of her leather skirt. Feeling impatient, she worked her legs as her nipples hardened, her womb tightening and her womanhood getting moist from excitation. As she sunk, her left hand followed her curvy side to her skirt, which she pulled up and started to work her finger against the apex of her desire, while her right hand was caressing her breast, fondling her nipple
The pleasure built up inside her was driving Nora in ecstasy. Eyes closed, she panted mouth half open as flashes of pleasure stroke through her. Her left hand was playing with her pearl of pleasure through her panty, while she unbuttoned more her shirt to grab freely her breast.
Shivering then quivering with pleasure, she drove deeper her legs into the bog as she was invaded by the building orgasm She barely contain her moaning Then her head tilted back as she let go a long moan as the orgasm stroke her full force. Her body shivered her legs pointed downward and her left hand grope her thigh. After long minutes as the orgasm withered, she searched for her breath. Enjoying the peat grip, she looked down and saw that the peat had reach her crotch, pressing gently against her groin. She tried to lift her legs and found out that the firm grip of the soft bottom of the peat bog had risen up around her knees.
She tried once again to lift her leg while putting a little more effort and she succeeded in freeing her boot. Sunk deep as she was, she thrusted her leg under the peat surface and sent it on the soft bottom. She repeated the same for her other leg.
Now she was aiming to sink deeper into the peat bog her orgasm still linger around her mind Her wading was harder as she was butt deep into thick peat. She had to dig her way through it sent her booted legs further and step by step, closing in to the middle of the bo.
As she traced her way through the peat. Nora felt some very pleasant sensations on the submerged part of her body, as if invisibles hands were touching caressing fondling the sensible parts of her, especially her groin building up her expectations. She could even feel her butt being caressed as she sunk deeper.
Now waist deep into the peat bog, she really had it hard to move even further. The peat was really thick, slowing her down. The suction on her legs was now really strong, not enough yet to prevent to move, but enough to force her to put in more effort. The peat gurgled as Nora waded. She was now forced to use her hands to go further as the peat was really thick and deep.
When she reached the center of the peat bog, she had sunk up to her lower ribs. She was now into a state of latent excitation as she kept feeling invisibles hands caressing her.
Focused on her pleasure, she barely felt that the peat bogs suction became a firm grip around her legs and was slowly dragging her deeper.
In fact, she allowed the peat to swallow more of her body, twisting her hips and driving her legs deeper, moaning and panting. The gentle pressure against her groin drove her pleasure higher, clouding her mind.
Suddenly, she felt as a hand slowly entering her panty and fingers started to work on her pearl of pleasure, sending flashes of pleasure through her.
Submerged by the surge of sensations, she laid back, her hands sinking into the peat as she twisted under the bog pleasure attack. As her vest and shirt were opened, her breasts, free of her bra were offered to fresh air, resulting into a stimulating difference between the melting heat of her body. She sunk up to under her breasts, her arms held firmly up to her elbows by the peat, which continued its pleasuring.
Her moaning were loud, she could be heard around, but she didn't care anymore as she enjoyed the greatest pleasure ride of her life. She was barely conscious of the iron grip of the peat bog on the submerged part of her body, of the unnatural suction on her legs as she drove them deeper
When her breasts were slowly consumed by the peat, she felt other hands caressing them then when submerged, her nipples, already hardened by her pleasure, were fondled, pinched, gently tormented by the invisible hands. Nora's body twisted, quivered, making her going deeper into the maw of the peat bog. Her legs kept pumping, held by the suction of the soft bottom her hips and butt, twisting under the pleasuring hands on her groin, were firmly gripped by the peat, her bust, barely submerged into the peat, was gripped by invisible hands, as much for caressing, stimulating this lovely body as to drag it deeper.
Nora wasn't any more aware of her situation. She only care about the pleasure that the peat bog gave to her. She didn't have enough of those mysterious hands, of this pleasure. The restraints she endured from the bog as it devoured her was part of her fantasies and pleasure. In fact, she was enjoying so much pleasure it was almost painful.
As soon as her shoulders were consumed by the bog, her hairs started to spread on the peat bog’s surface, creating a contrast between the shining of her blond hairs and the dark brown of the peat which devouring her.
She could no longer move her legs more than barely, the soft bottom of the peat bog had tighten his grip around them, her butt and her waist were held fast by the peat, allowing only them to twist in place, her arms were just under the surface of the bog, her chest was grope properly by the bog which didn't let go of its prey, as it continued to plunge her into an orgasmic state.
Soon, what was only left above the quivering surface of the bog was her head. Her eyes were closed loud moaning came from her half open mouth. Streaks of blond hairs widespread through her forehead, drops of sweat rolled down her face.
Yet, the peat bog kept pleasuring the young woman flooding her with sensations that paralyzed any rational thought. Soon, the neck disappeared into the peat maw, followed by her jawlines. Instinctively, she tilted her head back, offering her face to the sky. She was now barely able to move, her luscious body now firmly grope by the peat bog, undulating from the flashes of pleasure
Suddenly. Nora's sensitive spots received an overwhelming stimulation that wiped out any mental resistance. She opened eyes clouded from overwhelming pleasure, her mouth open to let go of a loud moaning. As the orgasm stroke her, her head slipped under the surface of the bog which quivered churned and bubbled as she sunk under. As she goes under, the only bit of color left on the morass' surface were her blonde hairs, which soon followed their owner, as the bog sucked them under as the pinnacle of his delicious treat
The peat bog bubbled as Nora empty her lungs in absolute pleasure. Her body was firmly held by the peat's embrace, allowed only to squirm as she rode her orgasm Soon her lungs will burned, her consciousness will fade away, leaving her only an ocean of pleasure...
The peat bog's surface quivered for a certain time, last sign of the presence of a young blonde woman. Bubbles came out into a burst some seconds after then suddenly, the peat bog's surface stand still. Some bubbles reached the surface, but no more quivering troubled the bog's surface. After a while, something heavily covered in thick peat started to emerge from the bog's surface. It revealed to be an arm, clawing back at the peat as it was digging out something.
Soon, the peat covering Nora's face was cleared out and a loud and deep breath could be heard She almost passed out, thanks to the combination of her orgasm and the lack of oxygen, but she managed to pump her legs just enough to reach back the peat's surface and to free on of her arms to dig out her face.
Exhausted by her struggle, she left her arm to rest onto the bog's surface, amazed by her orgasm. Slowly her breath calmed down, allowing her to think about her next move. Bit by bit, she emerged her head out of the peat. Her body still quiver from her orgasm and her groin still gently pressed by the peat. Her nipples, still sensitive, kept sending shivering messages of pleasure through. As she worked herself out, she found out that she won't be able to wade waist deep back to shore, the peat bog had loosened too much under her to allow that.
Submerged up to her cleavage, she started to crawl her way through the peat. Slowly, a step after another, she slowly emerged more of her body. As she progressed she could once again wade at waist depth.
But the peat bog didn't have enough of her yet. As she pulled her left leg, the right one sunk suddenly, dragging the young woman back to ribs deep. Surprised Nora let slip out a high pitch sigh. Then once again the invisible hands started their magic.
Running on her belly, massaging her butt and her groin, they were dragging her once more into the peat's depths. Her legs were pumping once again, driving her deeper once more. But while it was (very) pleasant, she fought back and pulled once more her legs to free them from the soft bottom's grip
As she reached for the other side of the peat bog, Nora slowly emerged and was now thigh deep into the morass. She had hard times to keep moving, her clothes weighed down by the peat the thickness and stickiness of the morass she was wading through
Freeing her boots from the bottom's grip wasn't enough she had to pull them out of the morass that clung to them as to pin them down into its grip, so she could threw them forward to keep moving In fact, she could almost feel the invisible hands trying to pin her down into their grip, even if it was a gentle one. She smiled back at the bog, pleased by its desire to keep her into its embrace, but she was satisfied for the moment. She thought then she will come back for another round. She pulled out her left leg then threw it forward.
Before the shore, she reached a softer spot, where the peat covered a pretty deep and wide spot of mire. As her boot sunk into the peat, Nora felt quite a difference of thickness as her leg sunk to the bottom of the mire spot. But while she paid it no much mind, she pulled her other leg then threw it further. It was when she pulled her right leg, it didn't coming out right away. She had to pull it thoroughly out of the bog to free it. Then she saw the darkened grey mire which clung to her leg, coating it with a thick and heavy layer. She let out an exasperated sigh and sent to the peat bog a killing glare.
Knee deep into the mire, she knew it will be more challenging to cross this mire's spot than the peat's. But she did come to enjoy some mud, so a bit of challenge shouldn't shy her away. While in her reflections, she stared at her legs, knee deep into the morass and she could observe the slow but certain suction of the mire on her boots. When she tried to pull out her left boot, the mire clung on it, not as much as clay could, but indeed it clung on her leg.
Even out of the mire, her leg was covered in thick, and heavy coating, rendering her wading harder. To make things worse, even at a shallow depth, the mire proved to be reluctant at clinging onto her boots. Its consistency was par with wet cement. She could feel the mire's suction, stronger than peat's, at each step she took.
Like for the peat, she had to struggle to move forward, but when the peat slipped off the boot easily, the mire clung on it as a layer of dark grey goo which weigh her down. As she wading forward, she came to knee deep. Into this goo, each step taken was tiring to say the least. Her stamina was good for one, but her previous struggle against the peat had sapped it quite well. After a few steps, she came to stop for regaining some stamina. The mire was barely below her knees, but she felt as walking with weight on her legs.
As she was regaining her breath, she put back in order her bra, shirt and vest. As the afternoon advanced, the air cooled a bit. She brushed her hair with her hand to wipe off some of the peat left on it as for sweat rolling down her face.
Then she looked down on her legs. The mire's suction dragged slowly her legs into his maw, as she watched her knees slowly got devoured by it, fascinated. She could feel once again her “mud lust" building up while she wanted to go back home. After a while, she pulled her left leg, struggling all the while, then sent it forward. As it landed, her leg sent many splashes of peat mixed with mire as it sank knee deep. But when Nora tried to lift her right leg, the mire's suction was reluctant to hold her down. Each attempt's failure caused her to feel frustrated, to keep pulling. These movements caused her left leg to be slowly secured by the mire as to slowly free her right leg.
When she finally made the final pull, the young woman was surprised by the sudden release of her right leg and the firm grip on her left leg, causing to lose her balance. She spun a little before falling backward into the mire, sending splashes of mud all around as she let out a surprised scream. A little shocked by this turn of events, she stayed still for a while as she felt her body slowly setting itself on the soft mire's surface.
She lifted her upper half a little and put her hands to support her lifting. At first, her hands pushed on the mire's surface, creating depression on the mire's surface, before they broke through and get swallowed. Set aback a little, she pushed reluctantly until she was set on her butt. Her arms were half buried into the dark grey goo, but at least she could set herself back on her feet.
Bent on herself, she slowly freed her arms. As processing, she could feel thick glops of goo rolling down her back and her arms. She scooped the dark grey goo on her arms before starting to pull back her left leg, still buried in the mire.
But the grey goo made her grip slippery, forcing to secure her hands on her leg. After many pulls, she managed to free it from the mire s grip before she left it resting on the mire as she was collecting her breath. Her booted legs were lying before her, caked in dark grey goo and half buried into the mire, as for her butt and hips. Except for her arms and her back, her vest has streaks of dark grey goo on it. Her face was clean of goo, save for one streak through her left cheek. The end of her blonde hairs were caked with mire.
After a while she started to bring back her legs under her as she get up. Bending her knee to gain leverage, she had to push on it to win over the mire's suction, the she set down her second leg to secure her footing.
Shortly after she was back on her feet, she sunk back to her knees, the mire clinging to her quite much. Heavy glops of goo rolled down her legs and her butt. She scooped it with her hands before starting back to wade forward. As she expected, it was really harder than into the peat bog behind her. The mire’s suction was clearly stronger, its thickness clearly on another level and its stickiness rendered her movements clumsy
Behind her, a trail dark grey goo formed as she wade forward through the mire's spot. And as for the peat bog, she could feel some invisible hands trying to pin her down.
To capture her.
To tie her down to the mire.
From time to time, when she was struggling to free her leg from the mire, she could a firmer grip on her ankles which prevented her to get free at first attempt before releasing her.
Added to the reluctant grip of the mire and its strong suction on her, the thick coat of dark grey goo on her limbs, these feelings gave to her the impression to be slowly but surely encased into the mire’s maw, prompted to capture her by both restraint and temptation.
As it hits her, she could feel her cheeks flushing and the heat getting higher in her chest and her belly. Her mud fetish was conjugated with a bondage fetish because the mud's restrictions on her movements turned her on. She wondered how it will be into the clearly stronger embrace of the mire,
Meanwhile she had these kinky thoughts, the mire kept swallowing her legs, as her knees were now submerged. Her feet were slowly swallowed by the soft bottom of the mire's spot, thicker than the upper layer of the mire. It won’t prevent her to keep moving, but it will make things harder.
When she tried to resume her advance, she had to struggle harder than before to free her leg. She tried to pull it with her hands, but the goo coating made it hard, so she had to tie her hands together below her knees to gain enough grip for pull.
Now she was forced to pull many times a leg to get it free from the mire’s grip, pumping on her leg to free it. And meanwhile, the other leg was driven deeper into the soft yet thick bottom
Speaking of her progression, she was about near the center of the mire’s bog. Her goal, the shore of both the peat bog and the mire bog was ten meters away. She was now into the mire mid-thigh, the suction on her legs just kept growing, making her wading harder. Exhausted, she stopped panting trying to catch back her breath
Once she caught back some breath, she pulled her right leg with her hands, but the mire was more reluctant this time. As she pumped many times to barely lift her leg, the left one sunk, much more, allowing the mire to get close to her crotch.
Nora noted the change of pace of the mire. She left her leg back down into the mires maw, and her sinking resumed. Her excitation rose once more, making her shivering from expectation.
Impatient as she watched the mire reaching the hem of her skirt, she pumped a little harder on her legs, driving them deep faster. Soon, as her skirt was swallowed by the mire, she felt a bulge against her crotch, meaning that the dark grey goo was pressing against it. As she set her hands above her head, her butt disappeared into the mire s maw.
Shortly after, she felt many invisible hands caressing her thighs and her butt, fondling her pearl of pleasure with spinning movements. Eyes closed, she enjoyed these sensations, twisting her hips to get deeper
Unlike the peat, the mire was thick at start, so sinking into it was slower and harder. She could feel the soft bottom under the soles of her boots getting firmer as she sunk into it. When the mire reached her waist, her pumping legs made little progress now, but her sinking was real.
She put her hands on the sides of her breasts, pushing them against each other, while she fondled her nipples, hard once again. The invisible hands were working their magic but the mire's bog was up to something.
While she was sunk to her waist, the invisible hands played a little trick: they dragged down her panties to her higher thighs and unzipped her skirt to do the same. As she was pumping her legs to drive them deeper, she couldn't feel the difference, thanks to the thick mire coating her, but if she had to pump those to climb back, her clothes will get in the way of freedom, preventing her legs to really push her up.
A kind of binding.
The invisibles hands kept caressing Nora in their lovely way, dragging her down into the mire's maw. Her ribs were slowly devoured by the dark grey goo, her descent slower than into the peat. As her panties and skirt were dragged down her thighs, the invisible hands worked more diligently against her womanhood, playing with her pearl of pleasure, making her panting. Small moaning could be heard as her desire rose higher. Slowly, she felt her movements becoming more and more sluggish, as the mire thickened while she sank deeper. To prolong her pleasure, she put her hands on the mire’s surface and as her legs, she pumped up and down, accenting the feelings of getting trapped on all her submerged body, rising a lot more her excitation and her desire. She could feel the mire gentle pressure against her womanhood, moist with excitation. As she sank deeper, the mire encroached to her chest, its maw’s lips engulfing more of her luscious body. Feeling impatient, panting and moaning, she opened her vest, unbuttoned her shirt and undo her bra, which revealed to be difficult with her fingers coated with thick goo. Once her breast were free, she puts back her hands into the mire, sinking them up to her elbows and pumped her body up and down.
The mire took its time to reach her boobs, swallowing her ribs one by one, caressing in the same process and building up her excitation. When the mire reached the base of her chest, she felt a little surge of excitation, making her shiver. The extra stimulation on her lower chest started a chain reaction through all her body, all of it leading to another orgasm. Loudly moaning, her limbs quivering and shivering from intense pleasure, Nora drove herself deeper into the sucking mire, as her breasts vanished into the mire’s maw. Once her cleavage out of sight, she kept struggling to get deeper, driving her shoulders under.
Her arms along her body, she kept struggling and shivering under the intense stimulation, while the invisible hands, which gently massaging her breasts, fondling her nipples, were playing another trick: as her arms were along her body, they dragged down her vest, her shirt and her bras at the same level as her elbows, binding them as with loosened ropes. It won't prevent her moving her arms up and down, but it will limit a lot her actions.
The intensity of her orgasm and its duration were so much that prevented her to recollect her thoughts for a while. Her body quivering and shivering, her ecstatic behavior, loosened a little the mire’s grip around her, helping her to sink deeper, then once her shoulders vanished, she stopped her sinking as she reached a firmer bottom Tilting back her head, she let a victorious moaning as she rode the pleasure wave. Once she was settled down on the bottom, only her lovely neck and head were still above the muddy spot, her hairs widespread on the dark grey.
As her body slowly calmed down, Nora felt barely through the mist of pleasure that the mire was thickening around her body, imprisoning it into a soft prison of dark grey goo. At first, she weakly tried to move, but the mud bounds proved to be firm.
Her body still shivering from her orgasm, she tried to move her arms, to discover they were bound along her sides by something firmer than the mire. She tried then to move her legs, to found them bound at thigh high.
Her heart started to beat faster due to both fear and excitation. She had stop sinking, but in her current state, she couldn’t free herself from the mire’s iron grip, at least without a good struggle. As it was not enough, she was bound with her own clothes, not really tight, but enough to impede her struggles and attempts to free herself. If she wanted to get free, she must undo her bounds first.
While she was thinking of an escape plan, the mire’s invisibles hands didn't stop working on her. Half naked, her body offered to the mire’s loving hands, she kept receiving pleasure as she struggled under such stimulation
She felt some muddy fingers running along her thighs, lazily touching, caressing her muddy skin. As they went higher, toward her womanhood, she kept her breath, anticipating the contact. Then once again, gently but with passion, the invisible hands stimulated, fondled, caressed with love her crotch.
Under the surge of pleasure, she violently tilted back her head, loudly moaning, her legs pumping once more, asking for more. While her womanhood was honored, she felt her breasts groped by other fingers, digging gently into her flesh while her nipples were fondled, pinched to send more flashes of pleasure through her body.
Her mind clouded, she let go of any will to escape. It was really the first time she was, without doubt, loved by a bog. If the peat bog was quite good into pleasuring her, the mire’s bog was on another level. She pumped frantically on her legs to drive herself deeper, loud moaning escaping her opened mouth. The friction of the mire on her legs added to her excitation, but the mire didn't allowed her to sink deeper
In some sort of despair for more, she pointed her boots downward, finally allowing her to dig into the bottom. She pumped with passion on her legs to drive herself deeper, feeling the loving massage on her body and the entrapment feeling, her long and lovely neck vanished into the mire’s maw. She desperately kept pumping her legs, as the mire's maw encroached her face, while the mire s surface was quivering with her movements. As she sank deeper, it became harder to descend, but she kept pumping her legs, allowing her feet to sink into the firmer bottom, to drag herself down into the dark grey mire. Like when she was into the peat bog, she didn't care anymore to be sunk into the mire's maw, as long as she was pleasured until she got her orgasm.
Then the mire started to kiss her jawlines, engulfing what's left of her neck. She then tilted back her head, offering her face to the sun. The mire swallowed her mouth and shortly after reached her ears. Confused, she felt something as lips kissing, licking and gently biting her ears, causing more excitation Eyes closed, she enjoyed a firm muddy kiss from the mire, transporting her further away. Then suddenly, the fingers which played with her womanhood made a bolder move and she felt her vagina being penetrated slowly, gently, to prepare her for the next step. Out of passion, she spread her thighs, allowing her lover to make her a woman once again. The passion had overrun her mind and she kept moaning, asking for more. In one swift move, without pause, the dark grey goo rose, engulfing slowly her nose, her closed eyes then her lovely forehead. Meanwhile, she felt a soft but firm limb gently penetrate her, spreading her vagina around it. It came forth and back, making the young woman moving accordingly, in rhythm. Her pleasure reached higher summits, disregarding any other feeling than ones regarding this thing, coming in and out of her womanhood. On the quivering mire's surface, what was left of Nora was her blonde hairs, a little darkened by the peat and whose ends were coated into thick goo. Soon, the hairs followed her into the mire's depth, sucked under by the mire's maw, materialized by a depression, while she was loved into a passionate way.
Once the young woman sank under, the only sign of her presence was the quivering of the surface of the mire. It undulated, moved, bulged as her head was pushing under the surface, as the invisible penis was penetrating and retreating out of her, keeping pleasuring her. Slowly but surely, the bulge formed by her head vanished into the mire's surface, erasing any trace of the young woman sucked under. For a while, it stands still. Besides the disturbed patch of dark grey goo at the middle of the mire's bog, nothing remained of the young woman swallowed by the bog.
It was then the young woman felt a surge of warmth exploding into her vagina as her mind shattered into a million pieces as a cataclysmic orgasm wiped out any consciousness. Left without strength, she barely felt her lungs starting to burn.
Then, slowly pushed up, her head emerged as a round mass from the thick muck, twisting to get rid of the thick coat of goo. Soon, a bubble formed at the base of the round mass, before it splashed, revealing an opened mouth, searching for breath. Breathes were first fast, short, then calmed down, as she recollected herself. Her womb still stimulated by the unnatural limb that penetrate her, sending flashes of orgasmic pleasure through her body.
Blinded by the thick mire coating her head, her body gently but tightly encased into a thick mire's pit, Nora couldn't move at all but for now, she didn't care.
She was feeling really great, her body resting into a coating embrace, warm and soft, she felt safe into her lover's muddy arms. As she tilted back her head, most of the thick goo rolled down into globs, freeing her face. As she opened her eyes, she smiled, feeling an unnatural warmth enveloping her body. She could feel her lover's hands which kept caressing her body, making her shiver in anticipation. Her arms and her thighs were still bound by her clothes, making her powerless, but it made her excited rather scared. Never before she was in that state of accomplishment after sex.
After a while, she collected herself and started to unbound her arms. Sided along her body, they were bound by her leather vest, her shirt and her bra. As she moved her arms to get them back on her shoulders, her nipples were once more gently pinched, fondled. While she quietly moaned, she kept moving her arms to untie her arms.
It was time-consuming, but she finally managed to get her clothes back in order. It was hard, as she was sunk to the shoulders into the thick and clinging morass. The invisible hands didn’t attempt to prevent her to untie her arms but kept caressing her. Once done, she stayed still for a while, wondering how to pull back her panties and skirt in place.
She looked up to the sky and saw the sun which started to descent. It was clear that was late afternoon now.
She tried to lift her boots, one after another. The firm tie that bound her legs prevented her to really lift them, in addition of the strong suction of the bottom of the mire. Neck deep into the morass, her hands floating just under the surface, Nora finally came up to a plan and started acting.
She pushed on her arms to lift her body a little, at least to be at shoulders deep. She lifted her boots as well, but her panties and skirt proved to be well placed to prevent some leverage from them. Also, the mire’s suction was enough strong to drag her back.
After some attempts, she gave up about her first idea and decided to drag back her clothes at their place.
She tried to catch them while staying straight but her hands could only reach her hips. While she was doing that, the invisible hands started to drag down once more her clothes, so she secured and buttoned them back.
Then she took a deep breath and dived. She didn’t need to go really deep, being able to catch back her skirt and drag it on her hips. But her panties were hard to find, thanks to the thickness of the morass. It took her a little long but she finally put them back in place.
When she emerged of her dive, she scooped the mire covering her face and took a deep breath. Soon, she started to work her way out of the bog. She pumped her legs to get free of the soft bottom grip while she was pushing with her arms to have some leverage.
It was hard because the mire, while quite thick, was not solid enough to give her any support very long, the grip on her boots also was strong. She had to pump more relentlessly on her legs to get one boot out at a time off the grip of the mire’s bottom/
After a while and many efforts, she managed to escape the trap and was now cleavage deep. The mire kept rubbing on her, trying to convince her to stay.
The invisible hands were caressing her through her panties and her clothes, running and dancing their fingers around to turn her on, which easy to do. As she struggled to emerge, the morass’ suction was still strong, dragging her back anytime she stopped to struggle. It was when she was belly deep she started to crawl to the shore. Her legs still buried into the morass, she crawled, dragging herself out of the pit. Her struggle left a trail of disturbed dark grey goo through the peat surface.
She finally managed to get back ashore and laid back on the firm ground. From head to knees, she was coated into the dark grey while her legs were literally caked into a thicker black goo. She was breathing heavily, catching back her breath.
Nora thought that was one hell of a pit.

She was glad she pushed further her exploration today.

They said that curiosity killed the cat, but curiosity led also to discovery.

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Re: My first story

Postby CurlyJ » Mon Jan 11, 2021 11:29 pm

Wow. Just wow. Nothing else but....wow.

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Re: My first story

Postby Leterrible » Tue Jan 12, 2021 4:13 am

Thank you very much.

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Re: My first story

Postby Kirichii » Tue Jan 12, 2021 8:11 am

One of the best stories I've read in a little bit, wonderful job!

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Re: My first story

Postby Leterrible » Tue Jan 12, 2021 11:50 pm

Glad that you enjoy it. :D

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Re: My first story

Postby DJlurker » Wed Jan 13, 2021 11:16 pm

:shock: Wow! So, was the mire truly 'alive', or was it just Nora's imagination working overtime? ;)

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Re: My first story

Postby Leterrible » Thu Jan 14, 2021 4:02 am

I like to think it was alive. After all, why not ? ;)

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Re: My first story

Postby Solrex » Tue Mar 30, 2021 7:34 pm

That was one heck of a story! This is your first time? Keep writing, you have skill.

I can tell English is not your first language, as there’s a lot of “book” English as opposed to how it’s often spoken, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. If anything, it’s like uncovering a treasure, and having to decipher it. It brought up old things I learned back in grade school, but I still understood it.

For your first time, 10/10. For any given time, 10/10. Not docking any points for the English, as it was still an intense story.

Keep writing (more quicksand stories).

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Re: My first story

Postby Leterrible » Thu Apr 01, 2021 9:13 am

Thank you Solrex ! I will try my best. I like to imagine kinky and sensual quicksand :twisted: stories to make my fantasies alive (on paper). Maybe I will not write a lot of stories with fatal ends (maybe none at all), but quicksand stories, I will write.

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Re: My first story

Postby Solrex » Sun Apr 11, 2021 10:21 pm

Leterrible wrote:Thank you Solrex ! I will try my best. I like to imagine kinky and sensual quicksand :twisted: stories to make my fantasies alive (on paper). Maybe I will not write a lot of stories with fatal ends (maybe none at all), but quicksand stories, I will write.

Well, I like that. I always appreciate pleasure sinks over peril sinks. Keep up the good work.


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