College Days (Pleasure, Peril, Non-Fatal)

[ChaosGlassSpider]

Disclaimer: All characters are 18+ years old. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental.

Candy breathed a heavy sigh. Craning her neck forward, she watched as her latest sexual partner strode away, his pants still halfway up his thighs. He didn’t even bother to say goodbye, much to Candy’s chagrin. This really was a pump and dump to him. Candy released a soft groan as she fell back down onto the blanket, her pink locks cascading around her naked body. In the distance, she could hear the raucous music of the rave. It was an end-of-the-year celebration—one last party before everyone returned home for the summer. A no-holds-barred rave, with all the sex, drugs, and music a college student could ask for. As a freshman ending her first year, Candy would be stupid not to go!

Alas, here Candy was, despondent and unsatisfied. She had hoped that this would be her chance to finally receive the proper fucking she’d been waiting for—the sexual release she’d been desperately craving. She’d hope to take her fill of drugs and booze, before fucking the night away in the orgy pile of her dreams. And yet, everyone was too busy getting so unbelievably shitfaced to even think about sex! Even her friends were too busy drinking cheap vodka to even try and make a move! It infuriated Candy to no end.

Her vision swam a bit, but she could tell the cocktail of drugs she had ingested was already wearing off. It wasn’t that Candy couldn’t find suitors— quite the opposite actually. She had an hourglass figure, with a generous bust and ass that caught plenty of stares. Her DMs were constantly filled with horny bachelors, men and women alike. In public, she’d constantly receive compliments and flirtatious remarks. Candy reveled in the attention, often picking clothes that left little to the imagination. Even tonight, her partying outfit consisted of jean shorts and a tube top that barely concealed anything.

And yet, it was almost like she was cursed. Despite all of the attention she got, no one could make her orgasm. Everyone either finished too fast or were too focused on their own pleasure to care about her. Sure, she’d finished herself off plenty of times, but the resulting climax was always disappointing.

Candy turned, curling up on the blanket. A light breeze passed her by, causing her fair skin to prickle with goose flesh. She wanted to be alone at the moment, to be left in peace and quiet. The ensuing rave had other ideas.

“ALRIGHT FUCKERS!” the DJ yelled at the top of his lungs, the microphones further empowering his booming voice.

“THE CLOCK HAS STRUCK MIDNIGHT! Y’KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?” The crowd only responded with wild, unintelligible shouts.

“IT MEANS THE PARTY’S ONLY GETTING STARTED!'' The DJ boomed, cranking up the music so loudly that it seemed to shake the ground like a mini earthquake had just erupted in the woods.

Candy got up, and decided to clear her head elsewhere.
***
Candy could feel the soft moss under her feet as she padded around, nude and barefoot, with only the light of her phone to guide her way. She’d decided against putting her clothes on; something about being naked outside seemed tantalizing to her. And it’s not like anyone’s gonna care, she thought. Even before she had left with her “hookup,” people had already begun to abandon their clothes. Not in an outwardly sexual manner, more so that it was oppressively hot in the crowd.

The clock on her phone read 12:30 now, and from here, the sounds of the rave were replaced with the calm quiet of the forest. The forest and trees here were so dense, they seemed to absorb all sound. Bugs flitted about in front of her flashlight as she plodded on moss and mud. Muck squelched beneath her feet on occasion, muddying her pink, painted toenails. Candy didn’t mind, though. To her, this was far better than running the risk of being vomited on by an overzealous frat boy.

Whatever drug-addled state she was in had fizzled out by now, leaving her with a form of clarity. And as she took another muddy step forward, she ruminated on her time spent in college. She thought about all the parties she went to, all the sex she had, and all the times she probably should have been studying. Candy set her jaw as she came to one conclusion.

What a waste of fucking time.

In truth, all of her time spent partying and sleeping around had been meaningless. None of the parties she went to brought her any meaningful friendships. None of the sex she had led to any serious relationships, just more one-night stands and hookups. None of them could even make her cum for fucks sake! Dyeing her hair pink and accepting a nickname like Candy were all attempts at standing out from the crowd, forcing her out of her comfort zone and making some good memories.

And yet, here she was. Naked, walking around the middle of butt fuck nowhere, trying to get away from a party. Her grades weren’t terrible, but they could certainly be better, and Candy grimaced at the image of her Organic Chemistry textbook gaining dust on her neglected desk.

Her emerald green eyes spotted a clearing a bit ahead of her, where the trees parted and she could see the moon high in the sky. She spared a glance behind her, her flashlight illuminating the way back.

I sure hope I don’t get lost, she thought.

She turned again, back to the clearing. It was almost enticing, in a way. As if it were inviting her to explore, to wander away from the beaten path. Candy shrugged her shoulders.

“In for a penny, in for a pound I guess,” she said aloud before continuing onward.

Wandering through the clearing, Candy was greeted with the sight of a large bog. Patches of grass and vegetation were scattered about, but the majority of its surface was dominated by mud. Reeds sway in the gentle breeze, as frogs and insects sing into the night. It was remarkably peaceful, a far cry from the chaotic rave Candy had escaped from.

“Oh wow,” she said, taking in the sight of the marsh. Another step closer, and she was hit with the heavy, earthy scents of marshland. Like the stench of dirt had been mixed with rotting vegetation. Most would have found the smell repulsive, enough to have deterred them from moving forward. But Candy had been in some sleazy spaces before, all with a stench to match. Frat houses were the worst of them, like a mixture of piss, sweat, and vomit, which only grew worse the longer one stayed.

And so Candy took another sniff of the air, before shrugging her shoulders and continuing onward.
***
Candy’s body was slick with sweat as she took another shaky step. There were no marked trails here, so Candy took the paths of least resistance. These often took the form of mud-filled routes, free of vegetation that might cut her supple skin. Candy’s hand unsteadily grasped her phone, its light casting a solid beam through the marsh. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for anymore. She had escaped the noisy distraction that was the rave and cleared her mind while hiking through the woods. Now she was trouncing through a marsh, her phone the only thing illuminating her path.

Candy knew, though, that there was a part of her that was missing. Part of her yearned for something more, and walking through this muddy place was making her feel better, strangely. Even as each step she took dragged her deeper into the mud, the inclination to turn back was far beyond her. She pushed past a leaning reed as she struggled to push onward, mud grasping at her knees. Sweat drips down her face as she trudges forward, one muddy leg over the other. The mud releases her submerged leg with a wet pop before her other leg plunges into the awaiting muck.

She sank deeper here, all the way down to her thighs. Candy blushed at the sudden intimacy. Her lovers were never the passionate type, and she was ashamed to admit that this was the most sensual she’d ever been touched. She cooed under her breath as she brought down her other leg, this one sinking even lower.

Temporarily off balance, Candy shifted her weight back, which only caused her to sink deeper. The mud was climbing up her upper thighs now, just barely kissing her buttocks. She looked down at the creeping mud, her phone light illuminating her predicament. Her breath came out hot as the swamp began to kiss her folds. A trembling hand went between her thighs, and came back moist. She bites her lip. Candy was beyond pent-up now. Months of sexual frustration seemed to culminate in this moment. Her heart fluttered in her chest as she shined her light on the impromptu path she’d been on. Muddy footsteps littered the trail. She couldn’t see the marsh entrance from here. At the pace she’d been going, it would take a long while to retrace her steps back into the woods.

Candy sank another inch. The mud was now dangerously close to her awaiting cunt. She suppressed a moan as she fumbled with her phone. Was she gonna do this? Was she really gonna frig herself in a swamp in the middle of nowhere? She caught sight of her erect nipples and felt the beating of her own heart. Her body was so hot, and the mud felt so nice and cold. She’d never felt this hot and bothered before.

“Fuck it,” she said, before dropping her phone into the mud, flashlight pointed upwards. Candy dipped her hand between her thighs. She could feel cool mud graze her fingers before she found her prize. She whimpered coquettishly as she began to finger herself. Her other hand fondled her needy bosom as she gently rocked her hips. She bit her lip as the mud fully caressed her pussy and ass. She softly cursed under her breath as she continued to rock her hips inside her muddy lover.

Candy cooed as the mud began to climb up her navel. It was like she was being kissed and fondled all at once. The swamp was already proving to be a better lover than anyone she’d been with. Sweat dripped down her cheeks now. It was already hot out tonight, and Candy’s sexual escapades weren’t helping. She looked down at her muddy lover, eyes full of need.

“Take me,” she said, voice drenched with lust. She dipped her hand into the muck, before taking a handful of dark mud. In one motion, she smothered her chest with mud. She took another handful and massaged it against her neck and burning cheeks. She was a mess. A horny, pent-up mess. Another shaky thrust into her lover, and Candy felt herself sink to her ribs. She wriggled her toes and tipped her feet down, only to find no bottom. She smiled.

Deft fingers opened up the folds of her pussy to accept more of her lover. She threw her head back as she felt it flood inside her, filling out every crack and crevice. It was enough to set her over the edge. Another heavy thrust, and she screamed into the night. Her body shook and shuttered as the flames of orgasm scoured her body. An intense warmth spread out from her thighs, leaving Candy speechless.

When coherence returned to her, Candy could feel the mud caressing her bosom. Her climax had left her dazed, breathless even. She’d never felt this good before. She certainly didn’t expect to feel good here, of all places. She breathed a soft sigh, dipping her head forward. She looked at the dark mud covering her chest. Her hard nipples protrude through the layer of dark muck on her breasts. Her pink hair was stained brown now, the tips of it touching the swamp below. She smiled, feeling the cold mud on her warm cheeks.

It felt nice, wallowing in the mud. Candy still couldn’t believe she came in the middle of a swamp, half sunk and butt ass naked. She didn’t want to dwell on the particulars, not right now. No, she wanted to enjoy the stillness of the swamp, and the feeling of contentment she had here. Cicadas and crickets sang in the wind as Candy closed her eyes, deciding to live in the moment.
***
It wasn’t until Candy’s phone disappeared into the mud, along with her only source of light, that she realized she may be a bit over her head. She was cast into darkness, and panic quickly set in. In her ignorance, Candy had allowed her arms to sink into the mud. Now, as she struggled to wrench them out, she realized how much of a mistake that was.

“Goddamnit!” she yelled, “Let me go!” She struggled wildly against the mud, twisting her body and attempting to yank her arms free of their prison. Sweat dripped off her body, her pink hair clung to her skin. Mud splattered her nude form as she fought against the swamp. Under the surface, her legs pumped against her muddy captor. Her cheeks blushed as she involuntarily thrusted her hips, causing the mud to press against her clit. Gritting her teeth in frustration, Candy hoisted herself up with all the strength she had left. The swamp’s grip faltered for the briefest of moments, only for Candy’s stamina to give out, reducing her to a gasping mess.

Looking down, Candy watched as the mud crept up her bosom. Her struggles have caused the mud to partially liquefy, quickening her dissent. Her nipples disappeared beneath the muck, and she was forced to stifle a moan. Her needy body had become sensitive from her orgasm, the warmth between her thighs still present even now.

“No,” she whimpered, “I’m still sinking?” Her eyes welled up in tears as the mud consumed more of her body. She tried to fight back, but the mud was relentless. It was as if the swamp fought every move she made. Even breathing was a challenge now, as the muck’s pressure began to squeeze her chest. Candy was reduced to taking deep, shaky, breaths. And yet, the warmth in her nethers persisted.

With every breath Candy took, she seemed to sink deeper into the swamp. As the mud crested over her breasts, it began to devour her collarbone and shoulders. Tears began to trail down her mud-stained, blushing, cheeks as Candy shook her head. Her breath hitched as she lamented about the actions that led her to this moment. Leaving the party, going through the woods, and finding this cursed place. Was that the point of no return? Or was it when she took her first step into the mud? Candy shuts her eyes.

“This can’t be happening,” she quietly whimpered, “I’m too young. I…” Candy felt more tears trail down her cheeks. Was this where she was gonna die? Naked and buried in swamp mud, with no one around for miles? The thought set her over the edge into despair, and so she threw her head and screamed.

“PLEASE,” she shrieked, “SOMEBODY HELP ME!”

Candy’s cries went unanswered.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to cry out again. But, the mud had other ideas, as it dragged her down to her neck. Candy choked as the mud began to almost strangle her, like a python squeezing prey. Whatever scream Candy was preparing died in her throat, and all she released was a sad whimper.

“Please… help me…” she squeaked. She was struggling to breathe now, the never-ending pressure taking a toll on her nubile body. She was helpless against this force of nature. Candy’s body was undergoing an onslaught of endless sensations. Every part of her was subject to delicious stimulation. Candy moaned as her clit was titillated by the muck, the mud penetrated her cunt as if she were riding a dildo.

She doesn’t want to go under. Tears trickled down her cheeks as she sank to her impending doom. And yet, Candy couldn’t control the warm throb between her legs. She bites her lip as the mud climbs her delicate throat. She can’t help but enjoy the breathlessness, the feeling of asphyxiation. She’s helpless, naked, and afraid. But her cheeks are blushing, and under the mud, her nipples are painfully erect. Her breasts are fondled under the surface, and Candy can’t help but rock her hips gently.

The swamp kisses her chin, and all Candy can do is moan in between desperate gasps. She’s no longer crying, instead, her eyes take in the scene before her. She’s so deep now, almost at eye level with the ground. The reeds look like trees from this depth, as they tower over her. Her hair fans around her, pink streaks in a sea of brown. Candy is cast in darkness, with nobody around for miles. She moans under her breath.

“Please…help me…” she says softly, barely audible over the wind. The mud kisses her bottom lip, and so she tilts her back slightly. Under the surface, her hips are picking up speed. The mud enters her sensually, unlike any lover she’s had before. And then she feels it. A pang of deep pleasure, a spreading warmth. Candy moans as it hits her. She can’t stop the spasms that follow. The poor woman is helpless to her own lust. Her face feels like it’s on fire. The mud feels too good against her skin. It feels too good inside her.

There’s the slightest of pauses, as Candy takes one last look at the encroaching swamp. The dark depths greet her, ready to consume her very being. She tries to move her arms one last time. They won’t budge. She feels the mud lick her ear lobes as she closes her eyes and tilts her head back. She takes a deep breath. Candy focuses on the growing heat between her legs, the pounding of her heart, and the feeling of the mud. Another breath, and then a moan.

At that moment, Candy lets go.

“Please…take me…” she says, voice full of lust. Using all the strength she has left, she rocks her hips into her muddy lover. The mud penetrates her, flooding her body. It fondles her breasts. It gropes her ass. It nestles her clit. Candy is helpless to the pleasure, and so she gives in. Every breath she takes is followed by a moan. The night air is filled with the sounds of her final sex act, as Candy helplessly sinks into the womb of the Earth.

Her pleasure grows as the mud takes her ears, muting everything but her voice and heartbeat. She can barely get words out as she is bombarded with more sensations than she can handle. Her movements are getting erratic now. She’s losing her rhythm as her last climax grows closer. In her lustful mind, Candy thinks about her young life ending in the best climax imaginable. It’s macabre, but she briefly thinks of it as a worthwhile send-off.

“Fucking…take me…” she commands, “drown me…please…” Candy can feel herself on the edge of delicious climax now, as the mud begins to kiss her cheeks. She can barely get a breath in between her thrusts and moans, and the lack of air is beginning to get her high. Her thoughts become muddled, but her feelings become all the more intensified. She can feel tears trail down her muddy cheeks again, but she’s too close to care. The warmth is almost too much to bear now, and Candy feels like she’s about to explode. She takes a deep, struggling breath through her mouth. Candy feels the orgasm is just a thrust away. She feels it from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Her final orgasm.

Candy opens her eyes. They’re wet with tears.

She sees the moon, high above her.

An intense warmth slams into her as she reaches climax. Her fingers and toes curl as she screams with her very soul. It’s not completely out of pleasure, and not completely out of pain. It’s a terrible and beautiful mix of both. From above, Candy is a shrieking face surrounded by mud. Under the surface she spasms, body coursing with sexual electricity as she cums with her entire being. The lack of air causes her to cum multiple times in quick succession. Her vision swims. Her breath hitches. For a second she begins to sob before she’s hit with another orgasm.

Candy is reduced to moans and whimpers, the mud dragging her deeper still. It forms a ring around her gasping, mud-streaked face. Candy watches as muddy walls border her vision. She watches her pink hair straddle the muddy funnel. She barely thinks about it before she cums again. Before she knows it, a new hole has formed in the swamp, similar to the footprints she left before. Only at the bottom lies a woman’s face, moaning through what could be her final moments.

Soon, the moon is reduced to a speck amongst muddy walls. Candy can feel the mud about to collapse on her, to smother her into lustful oblivion. Mustering all of the willpower she has left, she says her final words in between breaths.

“Thank…you.”

Candy takes a breath and puffs out her cheeks as the mud collapses around her. She’s smothered by dirt and mud. She can barely move as one last orgasm grows within her. She desperately rocks her hips, hoping to frig one last climax out. The mud pushes back against every thrust, but Candy endures it. Her lungs begin to burn as she teeters on the edge of climax once again. The crushing weight of the swamp is powerless against the burning inferno of her lust, and Candy climaxes. She spasms and squirms despite the mire’s hold on her.

This is it, she thinks.

She feels the breath slowly bubbling out of her mouth, and with one final conscious act, Candy opens her mouth to accept her final lover.

Only to take a breath of air.

Candy doesn’t comprehend what’s happened, not at first at least. It takes a few minutes for her addled mind to register that she isn’t drowning. Her mouth opens wide, expecting mud to flow in. All that greets it is fresh, life-giving air.

She doesn’t want to believe it at first, and a cynical part of her thinks this is the afterlife. Candy dares not open her eyes. Instead, she takes cautious breaths, feeling warm air enter her punished lungs. Whatever hypoxic fog that had infected her mind was beginning to fade. Candy noticed how much less the mud squeezed her. There was still a noticeable pressure, but it had fallen from a predatory squeeze to a firm hug. She still couldn’t hear anything, but her mouth was still mud-free.

Unbeknownst to Candy, her constant struggles had liquified the mud even more. And with that came buoyancy. All of this has caused Candy to float back to the surface, mostly free of the swamp’s grip.

More quiet minutes pass, filled with soft breaths. Candy is still exhausted, her limbs feeling like one-ton weights. And yet, the mud seemed to fight her movements less. Her nethers were still sensitive to the touch. She noticed how she wasn’t sinking any more, at least. Bracing herself, Candy opened her eyes.

She saw the moon, high above her. It hadn’t moved much since she last saw it. Nothing had changed. Candy smiled.

“I’m alive,” she said quietly. Cheerful tears welled up in her eyes. She was naked, exhausted, and in no condition for an escape. But she was alive.
***
It took hours to get out of that swamp. Candy had a couple of close calls as she was retracing her steps, but eventually, she made it to shore. She collapsed almost immediately, blacking out whilst lying against a tree. When she awoke, the morning sun was peeking over the horizon.

With the coming of a new day came the gift of sunlight, and Candy had a much better time navigating back to the party grounds, even without her phone. The grounds were littered with trash and sleeping strangers. Candy quietly crept through the snoring bodies. She found what she hoped were her clothes, putting them on her muddy body.

She cast one last look back at the woods. She felt a mix of feelings broil inside her. Fear. Longing. Terror. Need. Awe.

Candy simply smiled and said, “Until we meet again.”

[GTaggert]

Oh HELL yeah! This is a great story! Thank you very much for posting it!

[ChaosGlassSpider]

Oh HELL yeah! This is a great story! Thank you very much for posting it!

Thank you! I was inspired by my time at college, and how care free things seemed to be. I also wanted to play around a bit more with pleasure/peril scenarios.

There’ll be plenty more of Candy coming at some point, so stayed tuned!

[GTaggert]

There’ll be plenty more of Candy coming at some point, so stayed tuned![/quote]

If I may suggest, you should read my For Your Pleasure series and then write a story with Candy making a visit to the fantasy fulfillment center. Taking in the attractions there from Candy's point of view would be epic!