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Quicksand
by Anonymous (address withheld)

***

Quicksand, oral sex, bondage and just good old male 
submissiveness is what this story is all about. (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

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