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(MF, oral, bd) *** "Last one into the water is a rotten egg!" she shouted and broke into a run towards the pond in front of them. He, not about to be outdone, dropped the picnic basket and chased after her, the long, quick strides of his muscular legs quickly gaining on her, pulling up even with her just before they reached the edge of the pool as he launched himself towards the pool with one mighty leap that placed him squarely in the middle of the pond. "Awww, you beat me," she mock-whined, having stopped short of the edge of the pool. He looked at her, and then, feeling that there was something amiss, looked down to see himself mired in thick goo. "Well, I suppose I ought to go back and get our picnic lunch which you dropped back there," she said and began walking slowly back the way they had come, as he stood there in shock, realizing that the pool wasn't filled with water as he had assumed, but with wet, sticky quicksand that was even now climbing up to his knees. He looked up at her retreating back, calling out to her, "hey, what's going on here?" as the sand reached wetly up to mid-thigh and he tried to pull one leg free, only serving to strain the muscles of one thigh as his other descended deeper into the fine white sand. Slowly, she walked back towards him, swinging the picnic basket from one arm as his crotch began to descend slowly into the sand. She reached the flat, shady place next to the pool and sat down. "Hey, help me out of here!" he said, as she opened the picnic basket and began removing their lunch-- sandwiches, apples and bananas, a plastic container of potato salad, and six-pack of soda. "Oh, I don't think I have to help you out at all." she replied after a while, after watching the sand swallow his navel and creep up to his ribcage. "No, remember that nobody but you and me knows that we're here and, well, if I just let the quicksand have you, you're not very likely to tell anyone." He began to struggle harder, trying to escape the sand's sticky grip. She licked her lips, watching the muscles of his chest start to sink into the goo. "I think I like having you trapped like this, watching you struggle helplessly in front of me; in fact, it really turns me on, so much so that I think what I have to do is see if you can make me completely sexually satisfied, despite your, ah, handicap..." She paused for a moment to enjoy the look on his face and the way his body moved as it strained against the sand, "...and, well, if there's time left after that's been taken care of, then maybe I'll think about saving you." She watched him continue to struggle -- it didn't look like he needed any help doing that. She slipped out of her clothes as he tried pushing himself out of the sand with his hands, and the quicksand eagerly swallowed his arms and continued pulling him slowly deeper. This was fun -- his struggles slowed a bit as the sight of her sitting nude in front of him distracted him from the sand that held him captive--she wondered just how turned on she could make him, despite his rather difficult situation. She took one of the bananas out of the bunch and peeled its tip. She watched him struggle helplessly as the sand continued to pull him deeper and she took a tiny bite out of the tip, her eyes meeting his with an enigmatic but lustful gaze as her tongue slipped around the banana before she bit off a larger bite. Her other hand moved to one of her already erect nipples, caressing it gently as she continued to lick and nibble the banana. His sinking slowed, as his eyes seemed unable to keep from following her hand as it caressed her breast, then slowly, slowly moved downwards, toying with her pubic hair for a moment, twirling a curl or two slowly around a fingertip, as she watched his eyes widen, as she sensed that she was turning him on as much as having him trapped like this excited her. Her fingers moved a little further down, gently following the lips of her cunt, his eyes following every movement; softly, she let a fingertip brush against her clitoris just as she finished the last of the banana, and then she stood up, removing a rope from the picnic basket and tying one end to her wrist and the other to a stout branch of a nearby tree. Suddenly he shook his head, as if noticing for the first time that he was trapped helplessly up to his armpits in quicksand. Still turned on from watching her, he wasn't sure whether to be relieved or concerned as she walked over to the edge of the pool. Her cunt tingled with the excitement she felt at having him utterly at her mercy. Standing at the edge of the pool, she stood over him, enjoying the look in his eyes as he gazed up at her with a mixture of fear and lust in his eyes and she toyed with the notion of just standing there and watching him struggle -- that wouldn't be hard at all, she wouldn't even have to do anything: he was totally helpless and if she just stood there and watched, he would struggle and strain and try desperately to escape as the sand pulled him deeper, his breathing grew faster, his struggles more frantic, his tendons standing out like taut cables as he tried to free himself from its sticky grip as it pulled him beneath the surface. The thought of his helplessness, of watching him devoured by the sand excited her -- excited her enough that she wanted more than just to watch. She took a few short steps towards him, feeling the soft, fine sand between her toes and then climbing up her ankle. She pulled at her foot to free it for another step, feeling it gently sucking at her, imagining how he must feel, surrounded in the thick goo down to his shoulders, being slowly and irresistibly sucked deeper into its soft wetness. She placed her free foot just on one side of his shoulder, her other foot now below mid-calf in the sticky sand. She tried to pull this leg free, but it resisted, just pushing her other foot into the sand as she bent to grab her knee with her hands, pulling her leg slowly out of the sand. She had to pull hard and she felt her other leg continue to sink as she did so. Finally, it was free, though her other knee was already sinking under the surface. This foot, she placed just behind his other shoulder, shifting her weight onto it to even her bearing until both her knees were just below the sand. He looked up at her, his face a few inches below her cunt, as she slowly descended towards him. Experimentally, she tried to pull one leg free from the sand and felt the sand holding her firmly, sucking her down a little deeper. She could feel his breath, hot and fast on her crotch as she descended down onto him, her pubic hairs tickling his face, her pussy-lips gently brushing the skin of his face as she pulled up on the leg behind him, shoving her crotch down onto his face in a forceful, sloppy kiss. He struggled to pull away, his face sliding upwards through her cunt and she grabbed the back of his head with her hands, shoving his face into her as she ground her cunt roughly over his face. "Apparently you're operating under the delusion," she said, "that you have any way of getting out of here without satisfying me completely." She felt him strain to pull his head away from her again and she tightened her grip on him, now bending her knees under the sand to push her cunt hard onto his face, forcing him deeper and deeper into the sand, as she looked down, watching his shoulders sinking into the wet sand. "The worst thing for you, my dear, is that I'm starting to get rather turned on by the thought of watching the sand swallow you up, feeling your helpless struggles as I shove you down below the sand with my cunt -- in fact, if you can't come up with a more effective way of satisfying me, I think that's just what I'll do." And she increased the pressure of her cunt on his face, just to make sure he knew that she wanted to feel his answer right now. Slowly, gently, she felt his lips part inside of her and his tongue slide gently out into her cunt. She relaxed, decreasing the pressure on him, though she could still see that, very slowly, his neck was still sinking deeper into the wet goo. Then, suddenly, his tongue increased its tempo, sliding back and forth inside her cunt and she involuntarily stiffened, shoving down hard on his face, pushing him into the sand up to his chin. "Faster, faster!" She moaned, squirming over his face as he licked her madly, "you might not have much time left." Just to help keep him motivated, she let her pussy press down gently on his face as his tongue slid around her clit. She felt him squirm inside of her, trying to keep from being pushed beneath the sand while still licking her as she wriggled on top of him, watching him and enjoying his struggles under her as she continued to press him deeper with her cunt. The sand wrapped wetly around her thighs, holding her legs tightly in its sticky grip and restraining her own squirming, as it slowly crept up the sides of his head. Its grip simultaneously excited and frustrated her as she found that she couldn't quite move just the way her body told her anymore -- that every sensation of her own wriggling against his tongue was accompanied by the strain of her muscles against the sand and she knew that the deeper she allowed herself to descend, the longer it would take for her to come, but her orgasm would be just that much stronger. The sand sucked at her legs, translating every motion over his face with his sucking lips and wildly thrashing tongue into a downward push that forced him deeper and deeper into the wet sand. The thick goo seemed to pull her harder against his face as his tongue teased and danced against her excited clit. She felt herself about to come--his tongue rapidly stroked within her and did quick cliques around her throbbing clit--she wanted to come, his breath hot and moist through her pussyfur -- she was so close -- there, lick me there! she tried to force her pussy to just the spot she wanted to be licked--no--she strained against the sand but couldn't quite move--oh, please --so close-- her thighs squeezing, pulling, trying to move her the way she wanted to move, their force just pushing him deeper into the sand with her cunt and the sand gripped her whole thighs, her curly pubic hairs touching its soft, wet surface as the sticky, wet sand reached the sides of his face -- afraid that the next thrust of her cunt onto his face would push him under, his licking slowed--no! no! so close, so close!--and she reached her hands down to the sand around his head, shoving her fingertips into the sticky goo and shoving the top of his head towards her through the sand. Yes, oh, yes! He started licking her faster, licking her frantically- -there! just there! -- and she kept pushing, feeling his nose pressed against the top of her pussy, feeling her cunt slide over and engulf his nose--suddenly he struggled to breathe... there! there! make me come and I'll let you breathe again! she could feel him trying to thrash around under her... faster... harder... he struggled under her and suddenly, this was it--she was about to come -- he strained again to escape her pussy, his nose grinding against her clit as his tongue still licked inside of her. Oh yes! Oh yes! and she came! arching her back, thrusting her cunt against him, his struggles intensifying her ecstasy as quick thrusts of her cunt against his face trapped him entirely under the sand, the intensity growing, flowing, subsiding as she watched and felt the sand tickling the skin above her pussy as he still struggled beneath her... oh, yes, there was nothing like this... ecstasy and power... The rush of her orgasm subsiding, flowing back into her, she pulled tight the rope she had tied to the branch overhead, squeezing her thighs against his head to pull him just above the sand again. He gasped as she continued to pull, her thighs starting to resurface and with them his head and neck. She pulled harder, and just the tops of his shoulders peeked above the sand before her thighs, tired from her orgasm and from dragging him back up, relaxed, leaving him trapped as she slowly pulled herself free, feeling the sand reluctantly break its grip on her feet as she made her way back to the shore. She turned away from him, opening the picnic box and rummaging inside for something to quench her thirst. "What about me?" he called after her. "What about you?" she responded, her hands reaching down to brush some of the sand off her naked body. "I said you had to satisfy me totally and I don't think climaxing just once is enough." She looked at him with hooded eyes and said, "By the way," she said, pausing to take a long, slow drink, "just so you're warned, you'd better not be so uncooperative this time, since it's not nearly so easy to make me climax after the first time." END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 63