Quicksand Fans

After a bit of an absence, I've returned to the story section. Warning: this is a graphic sex and sinking story.

The Long Farewell – by PM2K

Part 1

Carol can barely control her breathing as she slips behind a clump of palm trees, avoiding the flickers of light from the beach bonfire.
Glancing around, the stunning platinum blonde, barely in her 20s, feels her long braid slap against her bare back in reaction to her movements, her white t-shirt uncomfortably tight against her ample, firm breasts, nipples stabbing painfully against the sheer fabric. Matching white nylon shorts and sandals complete her ensemble.

Carol bites her lower lip. The farewell banquet appears well attended, with everyone either absorbed by the flames, their meal of roast pig and fruit, or the tinny music played from a beat up radio cassette player.
Nodding, she slips away, and is quickly enveloped in the darkness of the island forest. If anyone notices, it would mean the end of her career, but she is finding that mattering less every minute she remains on this small slice of paradise.
Paradise... yes... it has been indeed that... and Carol feels herself quicken her pace, her legs acting almost on their own accord. She can feel her skin getting greasy with sweat, soaking through the sheer fabric of her clothing to reveal she wore nothing underneath... which, if she is seen by anyone else, would be scandalous and lead to her expulsion from the university.
She smiles to herself, her long sprinter's legs easily finding their way down a familiar, secret path. Tropical ferns the size of dresses slap softly against her, and after pushing her way through them reaches a small clearing. Nearby, the familiar gurgling of a fresh water stream can be heard, and her mind calls up images of it flowing down a small cliff into a deep blue lagoon. It remains hidden to the island's visitors, but is well known to...
“Hello... you're here... at last...”

At the sound of the voice Carol's heart freezes in her chest as she stops. A warm shiver shudders through her body, and she feels herself blushing as a familiar sensation of hot slipperiness manifests itself between her legs. God... I'm such a horny sinner... a thought which could have had tones of self-loathing if it weren't true.
Her bright blue eyes peer in the direction of the voice, a combination of sing-song dialect and a jungle cat's purr. She holds her breath as she gazes over a silhouette leaning casually against one of the palm trees. The dark shape is clearly female, the curves of breasts and hips well defined.
“Fau...” Carol chokes out, her voice thick with desire. A low giggle, and Fau slinks out of the shadows, rolling her hips slowly and deliberately in time with the stride of her well proportioned legs. Now stepping out into the clearing, the moonlight drenches her form in pale light, revealing smooth brown skin, bare feet and legs, her modesty protected solely by a colorful sarong draped over her hips. Her belly is slightly rounded, her breasts, exposed to the night, are almost perfectly round, dark nipples staring straight ahead through the flowers of the lei she is wearing.
“Dear God...” Carol gasps out, prompting another giggle and a warm smile from Fau. No matter how often she saw her, the girl's beauty left her awestruck. Her long black hair is wavy, and reaches the middle of her back. Rich dark eyes lock onto hers, and the blonde student is quickly lost and drowning in them. The island girl smiles again, more coyly.

Maintaining her eye lock, Fau slowly rolls her hips again, while her right hand reaches over to her sarong. A flick of the wrist, and her garment falls to the sand, revealing her entirety to Carol, including the thick tangle of dark hair between her legs, which glistens wetly with expectation.
“I think you should come over here now and greet me properly...” she says, her voice a low growl. Three rushed strides later, Carol has Fau entangled in her long arms, running her hands through her rich hair. The native islander is a head shorter than the Westerner, but makes up for this by stretching up on her long elegant feet, her toes digging into the gritty sand, She wraps her arms around Carol's neck and kisses her hard on the mouth, using her lips to encourage the other to open her mouth, She does, and is rewarded by being penetrated by a wide tongue, eagerly meeting her own. Like snakes, the tongues tangle, tasting each other hungerly.

Carol sucks hard, attempting to echo Fau's passion. The pair moan and gasp into each others' mouths, making slurping and smacking sounds which ring obscene in the quiet night. Feeling the native's bare breasts pressing hard into her chest drives Carol crazy, the fabric of her light shirt now seeming like it is crushingly tight.
“Wait... wait...” she gasps around Fau's kisses. “I have to free my tits...” Eager fingers assist in pulling the garment over her head, exposing the firm orbs to the warm tropical air, and soon the garment falls to the sandy ground. Feeling Fau's bare skin on her own causes her to pull the shorter girl tighter to her self.
Fau pants, and wiggles in Carol's tight grip. She engulfs Carol's left breast with her hot mouth, sucking the nipple deep inside with a sodden slurp. Her tongue swirls around, her teeth gently grip and nip at the nipple, and the blonde student releases a shuddering groan. While Fau mauls her breasts, alternating between the two of them, Carol's hands slide down the length of her body, and grasp her full ass, pulling the native hard against her body.

The two grind themselves against their own sweat-slippery bodies, and squirm with pleasure.
Glancing upwards, Fau releases Carol's breasts and pulls her backwards towards the palm tree. Her back firmly pressing against the cool smooth bark, she opens her legs, inviting Carol inside with a lustful look. The blonde eagerly accepts, slides to her knees, then pushes her head deep into the dark moistness, tongue exploring Fau's wet folds, then plunging deep....
Fau gasps sharply, her pelvis and legs shuddering. “Oh, Goddess... you're eager tonight...” she purrs, gently grasping the back of Carol's head while she slowly grinds her crotch into her face. Her climax catches her off guard, and the native girl cries out, thrusting hard against Carol's eager mouth as she explodes wetly across her face. The blonde, instead of pulling back, redoubles her efforts, making happy bubbling sounds as she sucks up the musky fluids and the flesh it coats.

Fau's knees give out, and she slowly slides down the length of the tree. Carol keeps up, her pace not slackening, and the sensations are almost too much to bear. Almost... With a series of gasps and groans, Fau rides out the bursts of pleasure for a time before gently pulling Carol's head away from her groin. Her lover follows her cue by kissing and licking her way upwards to start on her breasts... while Fau shifts herself, guiding Carol forward by cupping her ass and pulling her forward, working herself between the blonde's thighs until their sodden groins were in full contact...
Carol moans into Fau's rich brown breasts, relishing the way their pubic mounds ground together. Hot fluids squelch and squirt as the two thrust against each other in an increasing frenzy, drenching their groins and bellies with slippery sex juices. Both cry out each others names, then kiss deeply, groaning into each others mouths. Both stiffen in unison, holding each other painfully tight, bodies shuddering violently as they ride out their orgasms. Pausing only to look into each others eyes, they would begin rocking again...

The evening passes this way. The lovers keep rearranging themselves, using mouths, tongues, fingers, thighs, crotches... everything and every part of their physiques to wring every ounce of pleasure out of their bodies until, finally, their strength spent, they collapse into a sweaty tangle of arms and legs, and lie quietly under the tree and its bed of soft grass. Carol holds Fau to her chest as the native girl snuggles in, resting in the space between her breasts. Carol gently plays with her dark hair, and sighs deeply.
This is a sin... A terrible sin... I'm drenched in sin... drowning in it... and yet... and yet, I'm so happy....

Tears trickle quietly down her cheeks. She thinks of the beach fire and the rest of the group. Missionaries all, here to educate the savage in the truth of God's Love and God's Law. Now done their year's apprenticeship and ready to head back to university to complete their studies. All very prim and proper.
Carol feels herself smiling through the tears. She imagines the reaction her roommates would have if they found her like this, a nude heathen snuggling against her, while she herself is as naked as Eve in The Garden. That would be worth a few stern lectures... no, that would mean expulsion and excommunication, at the very least. Maybe burning at the stake... She smiles thinly and shakes her head at her hyperbole. No... at most a hanging. The pious never burned witches in the New World... although maybe her uncle and aunt would...
She looks down at Fau, mesmerized by her beauty; her rich golden brown skin, the way she is breathing slowly against her, the way her warm flesh feels snuggled tight to her own. The smooth silken texture of her black tresses. The way she tastes...

Carol feels her face flush as she remembers going down on Fau for the first time. Guided by the island girl's enthusiasm and earlier tutorials, Carol surprised herself by hesitating only for a moment before Fau's sexy musk overwhelmed her and she dove in. The way she had made her thrash beneath her told the blonde woman she must have been doing something right...
To think I never even masturbated before coming to the island, Carol mulls, and nearly laughed out loud. Never even kissed, either... until one day this seemingly shy, yet sultry, girl cornered her behind the tin shack serving as a storage hut, and stood up on her toes, grasped her face gently, and kissed her hard on the mouth...

Carol smiles at the memory. Her experiences with sex up to that point were, frankly, nonexistent. For someone who turned 20 when her feet first sank into the soft beach sand of the island, she was incredibly naive when it came to her own body, much less anyone else's.
Carol lost her parents when she was barely aware of her surroundings, and was raised by a stern God-fearing couple, more into the fear end of things than the love of God. They never had children, as they felt the very act was sin itself, but were determined to do their duty when burdened with his brother's daughter. This was clearly part of God's plan, and so they taught the child to the best of their ability. She was home schooled to ensure she was sheltered from bad influences.

Accepted into a private Christian university, Carol impressed many with her piety, and her uncle was most pleased to learn of her entry into the missionary program. Her sheltered upbringing and intense fundamentalist faith served to divorce herself of her own bodily desires, which she dismissed as strange twinges caused by her developing maturity. This was helped by the fact men didn't interest her in the slightest.
Her sisters in faith, though, did fascinate her, but she thought she simply admired them for their mutual faith. She also admired beauty, but it never occurred to her to connect it to sexual desire, for that was a sin. To so indulge was to invite being consumed by the fires of Hell, or so her uncle taught her. When several of her classmates admitted to looking forward to marriage, Carol was privately disappointed her friends would imperil their souls this way. She doubted they had the strength of faith of her uncle and aunt to resist the flesh... but she decided that was between them and God, and so kept quiet.

Carol's world changed during the first month of her year long placement on the isolated Pacific island. The islanders they worked with were polite and gentle, but one sometimes wondered about the depth of their faith. It seemed to Carol to be more of convenience than of actual conversion as they took advantage of the free medical clinic and schooling, while nodding sagely during Bible study. But no matter. If they could save even one soul for Christ, the effort was worth it...
There was one girl, though, who the islanders shunned. She was often chased away by the elders, who would explain to their visitors the young islander was tainted somehow, but wouldn't explain further. Carol spotted her lurking around the edge of the tropical forest which made up the unexplored center of the island. It was rumored the Japanese had heavily mined the place during the war, so the young missionaries were forbidden from checking it out.

Carol later learned this wasn't true at all. The Japanese troops had abandoned the place as fast as they had occupied it, leaving only a small detachment behind to keep an eye out for American ships and aircraft. They had been located to the northern tip, and barely has a year to set up fortifications before being pulled out, hardly time to mine an entire jungle. But untruths had their uses... and it kept the young men and women from wandering off on their own.

The girl, who seemed to be about the same age as Carol, kept locking eyes on her, and whenever their gazes met would smile shyly and dart away. Unlike the other women who covered themselves in the presence of the missionaries, this one allowed her breasts to bob free, and try as she might Carol couldn't stop thinking about her.
After a month of this, Carol decided to confront her... The girl was clearly stalking her for some reason, and it was damned unnerving. What had been more unsettling is how this person had been invading her dreams and her thoughts. It had been the first time she had seen breasts so brazenly displayed... Carol rarely saw her own in the mirror without blushing... and the firm brown orbs haunted her. As did the rest of her form. Wearing only a sarong about the hips, it was all too easy to imagine the girl without the garment. The fact she was thinking that all the time scared her. Every night. Every time she closed her eyes or daydreamed. What would God think? Sin in the mind led to sin of the soul and then the flesh... and yet, she couldn't help herself.

She prayed regularly for strength to put the girl out of her mind, but with her hanging around all the time made that impossible. So, Carol was determined to purge her from sight and thought before it became deed... which led to them meeting behind the shed and the kiss.... It was Carol's first. The girl pressed herself tight against her body... arms encircling her neck... she can feel the island girl's hot flesh burn through her clothing... her breasts managing to be soft and firm at the same time... her mouth hungry as she sucks hard, drawing in Carol's tongue...
She should be fighting this, Carol thought that first time. She should be pushing this harlot away... call out for help... do something to resist... I shouldn't be... enjoying this. After a moment of shock, she feels her jaw slacken, allowing the girl to push more of her tongue deep inside her mouth. Instead of gagging, she runs her own tongue along the girl's to taste her sweetness. Instead of pushing her aside, Carol's long arms encircle the girl and hold her close....

Breaking contact after a few eternal moments, the two had gazed into each others eyes. Carol's legs wobbled. The girl smiled, her sparkling white teeth showing, lighting her face up. It is the most beautiful, warm smile Carol had ever seen before.
“I am Fau...” the girl purred. “You are?”
“C.... C.... Carol....” she managed to choke out. Part of her wanted to break away and run... find a place to be alone and pray to God for salvation. Part of her wished they could start kissing again.
“Well, Carol...” Fau said. “I want to meet with you again.... somewhere more... private...” She gestured into the forest. “You see those crossed palms? There is a trail that leads to a clearing... meet me there, just before the moon rises tonight....”
Carol forced herself to shake her head. “We have curfew.... it is quite... quite impossible...” She hates herself for saying that. And is relieved. She thanks God for the strength, and curses Him for it.
Fau giggles, a tone light as bells. She smiled, her eyes narrowing.
“I think you'll be there, Carol....” she said. “Your words do not match your eyes... or this...” Carol starts as Fau gently runs the fingers of her right hand over her crotch. The tips are like fire as she feels her nether region quiver. The blonde felt her face burn, yet she still didn't resist or object, She is surprised when the girl brought her hand to her nose and sniffs, rubbing her fingers together.
“You are soaking wet...” Fau's mouth narrowed, matching her eyes. “I think your body is more honest than you are...” Without another word, she slipped away, casting an inviting glance at her. Once she had disappeared, Carol's hand gingerly felt the dampness evident on her groin, and found it was true. She blushed even harder then, and sank to her knees. That woman...

Carol kept the rendezvous, convincing herself she was going to tell her to stay the hell away from her... and instead allowed herself to be seduced... She isn't entirely sure how it happened, but before she could say a word, Fau was kissing her again, her sarong at her feet, and Carol found her own clothing far too warm to leave on... Lying out on soft grass, under the tropical moon, Fau slowly, almost agonizingly, teased out Carol's first ever orgasm... then her second... third... fourth...
The visits became regular. Then there were daytime meetings behind the shed... where mouths sought out mouths, and fingers glided into the bottomless quicksand between each others thighs... The pair explored reach other over and over again, night after night... day after day... Carol's absences weren't noticed... she always managed to crawl back into bed a few hours before dawn ahead of the morning roll call...

By the third night Carol had already declared her love to Fau, which she acknowledged with a smile and another passionate kiss. Afterwards, back in bed, she prayed for forgiveness... and knew she would never have the strength to resist her island girl.
I'm going to Hell for this, Carol thought one evening, running her hand over her sodden groin, still damp from their activities. I am damned... her thumb grinding into her clitoris just as Fau showed her to do with her own deft digits... damned.... damned... DAMNED! Her back arched, and only by biting her lower lip did she avoid crying out loud as she explodes wetly over her hand. She slowly lowers herself back down onto the mattress, fearful the creak of the box spring would give her away. It didn't, as only soft snores can be heard in the dorm room.
Truly damned... she thinks, wiping her stickiness off on the bed sheet. And I'll be damned tomorrow, too, if I have any power over it.

The nights were bliss, the days agonizing waits, save for surprise trysts behind the supply shed. Carol can never remember when she had ever been so happy. Her praying for forgiveness of sin had faded in frequency before stopping altogether. It seemed hypocritical to beg for forgiveness from actions she had no intention of stopping. Fau completed her. And she completed Fau. How could such a love be wrong in the eyes of God?
Talking quietly after a midnight swim in the lagoon near the glade, their glade, Fau said she was an outcast because she wouldn't pair off with a man as was expected of her. She had made love with men before, but preferred women. “They are softer,” she said, smiling, gently nuzzling Carol's neck. “And I believe only women truly understand other women... and their pleasures...”

The year's end approached, and their trysts became more passionate, more savage with each coupling. Carol frightened herself with the ferocity of her own desires, but was easily matched by Fau, whose love cries resembled the yowls of a jungle cat. They spoke openly of their desires, where the two of them could be alone together on the island for all time...
“I so want to stay...” Carol sighed into Fau's belly, running her fingers through the dark tangle of pubic hair, inhaling its rich perfume. “But this is my last week... Friday is the beach party... then we pack up and leave the next day...” She feels herself tearing up. “I don't want to leave you...”
“Then don't...” Fau said, stroking Carol's short blonde tresses. “Stay...” Her voice is soft, but there is a strange quaver in it, one Carol never heard before. “I... I don't want to be alone again...”

Carol had fallen silent then, as she is now, relishing the moment. This is the last night... somewhere on the beach the bonfire crackles, the mission staff, the students and the islanders gather for a final time. Then they will leave... this time permanently. Word had come down the church was leaving, abandoning the mission. The new government of the region had decided to expel all Western influences, but had allowed them time to say their goodbyes.
How can I tell her that? Carol had been hanging onto the hope of requesting this posting when she graduated, although it was a long shot. Now that faint hope had been dashed. “Oh, Fau....” she sobs, wondering how she could go on... And poor Fau... her people will never accept her... what will she do?
A vision enters her mind's eye... of Fau, naked, slowly wading into the sea... until her head disappears beneath the waves... or battered to death under a hail of rocks and stones thrown by the villagers.
Holding her lover tight as she cries softly, Carol drifts off to sleep, not noticing Fau staring intently at her with her dark, deep eyes.

Part 2

The dawning sun warms the skin on her bare breasts, causing Carol to stir. She yawns, stretching slowly. Her eyes slowly ease open, seeing the brilliant blue sky filtered between the thin network of palm fronds overhead, stirring slowly in the soft breeze. She gazes at the sight for a time. Then the realization hits her.
“Oh, crap!” Carol looks around frantically. There is no sign of her clothing anywhere, nor of Fau. Soon, everyone in the compound will be stirring, and will eventually be wondering where one of their missionary trainees is... That empty bed back in the dorm will speak volumes, especially if she is seen like this...

“Dammit... Fau...” Apparently, the islander thought if she didn't have her clothes, she couldn't leave... She sighs. If only the world worked that way... Looking around for any sign of Fau's departure, she spots traces of her passage in the tall grasses. The thin trail seems to lead further into the forest.
Without hesitation, Carol dashes naked through the tangle of trees and ferns of the tropical jungle. Fortunately, there are no predators or poisonous snakes on the island. And few biting insects either. Still, a sense of urgency propels her forward. As long as could get my clothes back, I could claim to have wandered into the forest, gotten turned around in the dark, and spent the night there. It was even the truth, to an extent...

Losing sight of Fau's trail, Carol pauses to get her bearings. Her bare skin already glistens head to toe with sweat, drawn out of her by the warm air. Her white blonde hair is plastered to her head and the back of her neck, and drips with moisture. Damn, damn, damn... where the heck is she?
“Fau!” she shouts, hoping no one but the islander's ears are close enough to hear. “This isn't the way! Fau!”
Carol keeps moving forward, slowly, her bare feet feeling the way. The route is free of stones and roots, the ground soft and warm, the soil thick and spongy. She detects a slight downward slope to the land, and realizes she is somewhere on the other side of the lagoon. Where, though, she couldn't say. The air is slightly cooler here, and a cloud of gnats buzzes around. They aren't interested in her, though, except as an object to orbit.
“Fau! Please!”

Carol was about to give up when a flash of color darts through the bushes, just up ahead. It resembles.... no, it is Fau's sarong. It must be. She can't help but smile now. The vixen has clearly gathered up all of the clothing to play one last game with her lover. A secret place, like the glade and the lagoon? A final memory to send her away with?
Her frustration abates, and Carol uses the flash of orange and red as a beacon as she dashes ahead. Despite herself, she feels her arousal begin to flare to life. At this point, she doesn't care if she misses the boat. One last bout of lovemaking, to say their farewells properly. Fau is owed that. So am I...
The way becomes more entangled, and Carol is forced to weave between tree trunks with spider-like roots which slowly supplant the palms and ferns. The ground beneath her feet is changing too, becoming damper, muddier, and soon soft slurping sounds as the mud sucks at the soles of her feet accompanied her as she kept moving forward, batting vines away.
“Fau? Where are you?”
The sun is heavily filtered by the overhead crowns of the trees, woven into a thick screen. Carol's lower legs are becoming more splattered with mud, and she is finding it harder to get her bearings. Looking down, she spots a set of shallow, foot-shaped holes snaking their way ahead, and following them with her eyes she gets an idea of where they are heading.
“Dammit!”
Carol sprawls, tripped up by a root. She slides forward, grinding the slimy earth into her breasts and belly, thighs and shins as she smacks into the ground. Mud splatters her face and arms, and is smeared across her pale skin. Sitting up slowly, she curses softly to herself. It is the first time she has cursed out loud, but they are mild words. Peering forward from her lower vantage point, she spots a familiar flash of color. It is no longer moving. A fierce grin spreads over her face.
“Gotcha!”

Getting to her feet, she moves onward, resisting the urge to run. The ground is sloping downwards again, and the vines and branches are thicker, but she can now clearly see Fau's sarong looped up and over a large branch which itself stretches over a small clearing in the tropical forest.
She is surprised to see that Fau herself is hanging on to the garment, glancing over her bare shoulder at the sounds of Carol moving through the swampy forest. For a moment, her face shows worry and maybe a trace of fear... but then the familiar smile returns.
“Carol! You found me!” she says cheerfully, then adds. “Be careful! You don't want to get trapped here, too!”

Carol stops in her tracks. She notices Fau has sunk up to her hips in the dark wet ground. She wiggles her pelvis, creating thick ripples in the mud which radiate sluggishly in all directions. Her arms, stretched upwards, quiver with effort, her fists tightly holding onto the ends of the sarong.
“Oh my God... quicksand!” Carol gasps. As soon as she says the word, she knows it isn't really accurate. The dark brown slime Fau is stuck in seems more a mixture of soil and clay... and as she watches, the island girl seems to settle down another inch deeper, despite hanging on to her lifeline. The branch, while thick, is too flexible, and it keeps bending under Fau's weight.
“How... how did you...?” she stammers, while Fau's smile fades a bit in response. “I mean... what are you doing? What were you thinking?”
“I'm sorry, Carol...” Fau says. “I thought about what you said last night, and I don't want you to go, either...” She shifts her grip on the sarong, the mud bubbling softly in response. “I thought if you stayed naked, I could keep you here... and we could hide from the others and live together on the far side of the island...”
“Oh, Fau...” Carol says. “But how did you end up in there?”
Fau struggles against the grip of the jungle bog, which seems intent on sucking her down. She glances back over to Carol, then shakes her head.
“It doesn't matter...” Carol says. “Now don't move... I'll get you out of there... somehow...”
Fau smiles again, and nods. She is now belly deep in the mire, the tepid mud licking at her skin.

Carol looks around the muddy pit, feeling carefully around its edge with her bare feet. Fau is located in the center, well out of reach from the solid parts of the land. Once again, she shakes her head in puzzlement.
How the heck did she end up all the way out there? Carol can't figure it out. The muck is loose underfoot, unable to bear weight, and yet remains thick and sticky. It looks like a perfect death trap for the unwary. But she cannot imagine how Fau was able to end up all the way out there without sinking...
“Hurry, Carol!” While her lover circles the edge, Fau feels herself sinking deeper. Now her belly has been half-consumed... She shudders, feeling the mire seep inside her. It isn't a bad sensation... while gritty, its softness fills her in a wonderfully erotic way, tickling her secret places every time she shifts her pelvis to try and stay up a little longer... Soon, her hips shuddering, she finds she has to bite her lower lip to keep from moaning...

Carol comes to the conclusion she's going to have to somehow go out to get her. She doubts Fau will have the time to wait while she went looking for a vine or branch long enough to reach her. Looking at the branch where Fau's colorful lifeline is draped over, she sees another thicker one hanging parallel just above it. Following it with her eyes, she sees the tree it is connected to and quickly works out a plan.
“I'm coming to get you, Fau! Hang tight!” she says, then quickly makes her way around the edges of the muddy pit towards the trunk of the tree. Fau's eyes never leave her... Carol clambers up the rough bark of the swamp tree, which reminds her of a mangrove, and reaches the branch. Just below, the one Fau is holding onto creaks under her weight. She crawls along on top of the wooden limb and looks down. Oddly, Fau's expression is one of eagerness, and not fear. Must have confidence in me, Carol thinks.
The missionary stretches her right arm downwards towards the islander while wrapping her legs and left arm around the branch to secure her hold. She is all too aware of her nakedness as the bark rubs against her, but tries to ignore the sensations. Below, Fau shifts her grip on the sarong so she can hold onto it with her left hand, while reaching up with her right. It is quickly apparent both of their efforts are falling far too short to be of any use.
“I... I can't reach you, Fau...” Carol says. “I can't...”
“Try... try to lower yourself to me...” Fau says, her skin shiny with sweat. “Please...”

Carol hesitates. Hanging downwards over the jungle quicksand pit with only the strength of her arms to keep her from plunging in didn't appeal to her... for one thing, she wasn't sure she'd have the strength to pull herself up, much less Fau. Then she thought of the branch below.
“Fau... get ready...” she says. “I'm going to lower myself down... Grab my legs and crawl up to the branch just above your head, then grab that. I don't know if I can pull us both up...”
Fau nods, her eyes bright. She sucks on her lower lip as a small climax shivers through her, centered on her buried crotch. She stares eagerly as Carol moves into a sitting position atop her perch, then slowly plants both her hands firmly on the branch. Using her arms, she pushes backwards, bracing for the sudden shift in weight...
She grunts as her weight moves to her arms, her legs brushing past the lower branch. Her handhold creaks and bends, but holds firm. Sweat is pouring off of her, drawn out of her skin by her efforts and the warm temperatures. Her body sways as she struggles to hang on. “Hurry, Fau! Grab my legs... grab them...” Carol gasps. The wood is slippery, and her hands and upper limbs ache from the strain. She shivers at Fau's touch, as the islander's right hand grasps her ankle, smearing it with dark swamp mud.

It happens swiftly, so swiftly Carol has no time to react.
Fau, her hand secure, lets go of the sarong draped around the lower branch. The limb, having been bent to the surface of the mire by supporting her weight, is suddenly freed and springs upward. It brushes past Carol's legs and smacks her hard on her bare rump, forcing a shrill yelp out of her. Her body shakes hard against the stinging impact, and to her horror she loses her grip on her branch as a result....
Fau somehow manages to move back enough in her muddy trap to make room for Carol, who plops down about two feet in front of her, crotch deep in the muck, sending wet sloppy earth spraying everywhere. She wiggles and rolls her pelvis in an attempt to break free, but quickly finds her efforts are of no use.
“Ugh!” Carol flinches at the warm, slimy touch of the dense mud pressing heavily against her bareness. It oozes thickly around her like some primordial creature, and she thinks she can feel it begin to probe her lower openings. She again tries to break the mire's grip, but only succeeds in making the muck shudder sluggishly around her.
“Help me, please... I want to get closer... to you...”
Carol looks over to Fau, who reaches out with her arms. She has sunk quite a bit lower than she had... her firm breasts press into the rubbery crust which forms the jungle mud's surface. Despite their predicament, Fau's eyes sparkle, and there is no fear or concern in her voice at all. She smiles shyly, but her eyes glow with... excitement?

Carol reaches out to grasp Fau's arms, whose hands quickly clamp down with a firm grip. Straining, Carol pulls the islander towards her... or attempts to... Planting her feet in the firmer mud deep below the surface, she begins to use her body's strength to lever Fau upwards and forwards. A ridge of gritty muck pushes ahead of her, and the effect reminds Carol of dragging an object through heavy cake batter.
When they are close enough together, Fau lets go of Carol's arms and instead wraps them around her lover's neck, using that anchor to pull herself the rest of the way forward. Her mud-covered breasts press hard into Carol's, making the latter aware of how stiff the other's nipples are. Her body is pressed tightly against the platinum blonde, sandwiching slippery mud between them. She wiggles against Carol, moaning softly.

Carol is startled, to say the least. Fau has moved so she is standing on top of her feet beneath the mire, her legs rubbing against the blonde's longer ones. Here they are, naked and sunk past their waists in jungle bog – Carol's efforts having hauled Fau upwards, her feet providing a perch – and she is acting like she wanted to...
“Fau... listen. We have to find a way out of this...”
Fau kisses her hard, sucking the rest of Carol's words away. She had wanted to say something else... but the hot wetness of the islander's kiss, her firm body pressing eagerly against her own through the thick jungle slurry distracted her. The way the mud feels, sucking hard against their naked bodies, reminds Carol of how Fau's pussy would clamp down and suck on her fingers... Even the wet sounds of the muck remind her of their lovemaking sessions....
Nature's pussy... drawing us both into her hot, sloppy folds... She shudders erotically at the thought...

At first, Carol tries to pry Fau off of her... at least until they manage to extricate themselves from this muddy pit... but her persistence is impossible to ignore. Several times, she attempts to bring up the subject of escape, but then Fau would kiss her harder, her hands running all over Carol's bare back, making her skin tingle. She gives up when the island girl clamps down on her right breast, sucking it inside her mouth, and teasing her nipple with her teeth.
“Oh.... Jesus....” Carol moans. It is the first time she said the name of the Savior outside of prayer, but is beyond caring now. The combination of being held tightly by the morass with Fau's actions is driving her insane... Her rational mind tries to point out this may not be the best place for a tryst... but her feet do not detect any additional depth beyond where they have sunk. The mud below is firm, if spongy, on the soles of her feet. It wobbles, but only slightly.

Carol begins to wonder if Fau's situation had been deliberate, and not accidental... lure me out here for some muddy passion. She also wonders if it is wise to do so before escaping the mire's sticky grip, but Fau's hunger for her overrides that thought. Grasping Fau's head to ease her mouth off of her breast, Carol plants a kiss of her own, thrusting her tongue deep inside Fau's mouth. She eagerly responds by sucking on it...
Beneath the mud, the women squirm against its thickness, working their thighs between each other's legs, pushing wads of dark, slimy mud firmly against their groins. Continuing to feast on each other, Carol and Fau begin to rock against each other, grinding slits and clits against sunken limbs... feeling their insides begin to melt and flow... They moan and sigh into each other's mouths and around their entwined tongues, their hands sliding along their familiar curves...

Around them, the jungle bog quakes in time with their motions, small pockets of gas bubbling to the surface. It begins to churn, losing some of its firmness as the lovers begin to speed up their thrusts, driven by their intense lust for each other. Muck slaps against bare skin, fingers hook claw-like into sweat soaked backs, arms tremble from the effort of pulling the other's body deeper into their own...
Fau and Carol break mouth contact and begin to gasp out loud their passion, which tumble out of their lips in a series of words and short phrases, punctuated by animalistic noises... “Oh, God... yes... yes... oh... Gaaaaawd... don't stop... don't... STOP! Oh, yeah! Ugh... uh... more... more... yes... yes... ghhh... nnnnn... ugh... ugh...”
Fau is as vocal, but shouts out her pleasure in her native language, squirming happily against Carol, smearing and grinding mud into her writhing body... This is so much better than she ever dreamed... so much better... She had fallen into the bog several years before, and after her initial panic faded found she quite enjoyed struggling against the thick quagmire.... I always wanted to bring someone else in here with me, Fau thinks, but wasn't sure how to go about it... until last night...

Carol runs her hands down Fau's back, enjoying the way her muscles flex under the skin. She follows the islander's curves to the surface of the churning mud, then feels them become enveloped in wet earth as she glides her palms over Fau's ass, which flexes under her grip. Squeezing hard, she pulls her closer, positioning herself so Fau's groin slides off her thigh to press directly into her own. The sensation forces sharp cries from both...
Beneath, Fau's feet rise as she hauls herself upward using Carol's body. She forces herself through the thick gritty mud to wrap one of her legs around Carol, using her arms to brace herself by hanging onto her shoulders. This way, the shorter woman could meet her lover's thrusts with equal abandon...

Beneath, unnoticed by Carol, the ground she stands on has become unstable... Unknown to both, the bottom of the muddy silt pit is lined with a dense layer of clay... a lethal trap for the unwary. Solid it can be, but when agitated, it had the tendency to liquefy, turning into bottomless quick clay....
It happens swiftly, so swiftly Carol has no time to react. Neither does Fau.
Carol and Fau cry out in unison as their climaxes slam into their bodies, forcing them to hold on as they buck violently against each other, hot juices gushing through the mud to soak both of them. The extra pressure and Fau's weight is transferred down to Carol's feet, who feels her toes slip through what was a solid bottom into a layer of mush...

Suddenly, still in the afterglow, Carol starts as she feels her feet glide swiftly downward into thick slime, dragging her sunken legs with them. In moments, both women are breast deep in the mire, their firm orbs slapping wetly on the turgid surface. Both look at each other in confusion, and at the semi-solid mud which oozes in to slowly fill their cleavages.
“What... what's going on, Carol?” Fau asks, a look of alarm in her eyes. While the jungle bog threatened bottomless depths further out, near the shore like this it shouldn't have been deeper than their ribs. She wouldn't have done this if she wasn't certain...
“I'm... I mean... we're sinking!” Carol says. The mud around them bubbles as she feels herself settling deeper into the bog. She tries to move her legs, but finds them firmly stuck in place. “The bottom.... it just turned to mush! It is sucking my legs down... sucking me down!”

The pair look about frantically for a way to escape. The branches they were holding onto earlier are overhead, well out of reach. Nothing is close enough to grab onto except handfuls of dark mud. As they look about, Carol continues to descend, taking Fau with her.
When their breasts are sunk halfway into the jungle mud, Carol looks at Fau, and gazes deep into her eyes. Perhaps this is my fate, she thinks... divine punishment for a sinner, perhaps... although she wouldn't have changed a thing. But Fau didn't need to share in it.
“Fau... listen to me...” she says, trying to sound strong. “I... I can't move my lower body... and my arms are stuck.” She squeezes Fau's ass to emphasize the point. The mire had sealed her limbs tightly beneath its surface. “I'm sinking fast... the muck underneath has no bottom... and there's no way I can get out...”
“No... don't say that...” Fau says. “We can get out... we just have to...”
“No....” Carol says. “I can't get out... but you can. I feel your legs around me, up out of the thicker layers. Climb over me... before it is too late. Crawl and swim your way out to solid ground...”
“No! Not without you!” Fau says, eyes misting over. “Not without you...”
“Please... for me?” Carol says softly, mud flowing over the tops of her breasts. “I.... really... you don't deserve this.... you don't...”

Fau looks at Carol, locking eyes. She kisses her. Then she smiles. “It isn't up to you to determine what my fate is...” she says.
Fau pushes off Carol. She plunges both arms into the muck, forcing her hands deep so she could grab hold of Carol's ass, and pulls herself as close to her as possible. Beneath, she plants both of her legs deep into the quick clay layer, shivering as she feels the slime envelop them both.
The action forces Fau shoulder deep into the mire. She looks up at Carol, who is a couple inches taller. She grins sheepishly. Carol stares at her, incredulously. Through the mud, they can feel the heat from their bodies.
“Fau... you're crazy...” she says. “You are just... oh, damn...damn...” The pair fall silent for a moment. The mud gurgles quietly.
Fau smiles again as she squeezes Carol's ass through the mud. “I told you, I'm not going anywhere without you...” The mud flows softly over the top of her shoulders. “I think you better kiss me, while you still have the chance....”

Carol looks down at Fau, at how her long hair is floating on the mire's surface. Tears form in her eyes, which she quickly blinks away. She leans over, her mouth clamping over Fau's, tongues quickly finding each other.
The mire shifts, and Fau is now chin deep, her head set amid an island of hair. Carol, up to her collarbone, continues to hold her close. The mud shows no sign of a solid bottom, and their descent has not slowed.
“The Earth goddess must have heard your wish...” Fau says, tilting her head as mud stops up her ears. “She has decided to keep you here with me, forever.”
Carol had to smile at that thought. It is true, after all. She did say she never wanted to leave. The bog starts to shudder as she sees Fau sink to her nose. She thrashes about, trying to wrench her mouth free of the mire, and succeeds just as Carol settles to her shoulders.
“No time now.... my love...” Fau says, gasping and sputtering, trying to spit out the mud flowing into her mouth. “I wish I could have fucked you once more...”
Carol tightens her grip on Fau's ass and with a mighty yank pulls her upwards a couple of inches, while driving herself down to her chin. They exchange glances and grins.
“I think you better kiss me... while you still can,” Carol says, both now eye to eye. Fau lunges forward and kisses her hard, while underneath the churning mud, they grind hard against each other... determined to wring out of their bodies one final climax before the end...

Their motions quickly draw them down to their noses, but Fau and Carol maintain their kiss. They suck on their tongues through mouthfuls of mud. Their ears fill, sealing off all sound save for their heartbeats and muffled moans... Their nostrils stop up with soft mud, shutting off their air, but neither woman breaks the kiss to gasp a last breath. Their eyes fill with muck... the bog's surface glides smoothly over their foreheads, and flows over their crowns and scalps, separating them from the sun for all time.

Deep beneath the mire which quakes and bubbles in response to their movements, Fau and Carol hump themselves into a warm, dark oblivion. Both are lightheaded from a lack of air, and are pressed on from all sides by slimy, gritty earth, which sucks them down relentlessly. Their motions and the sensations combine with their impending suffocation to send both over the top... they hold each other tightly as their climaxes hit close together, the pleasure forcing the last of the air out of Carol and Fau, which bubbles violently on the surface.
Their bodies continue to thrash against each other for a short time afterwards, as the last of their life force is squeezed out. Neither woman is present for these last and painful final moments... but where they went is for their gods to say.

Nice to see you writing again! Will update this post when I get a chance to actually read the story...
UPDATE: A well-written-story, as usual... it was a nice sink.

Nicely detailed it's very stimulating

Always look forward to your stories purple monkey, they never disappoint! <3

Another great story!

Great that you're writing again. That was quite a well-thought, nicely detailed story with words and descriptions to produce images and senses of what was happening. You do such wonderful work in bringing out the action of your stories... you make your readers feel as if they are actually there.

Thanks for sharing!