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Stuck In Paradise [ff, mud]
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Here is a story posted for my friend, [email protected]...
Write him w/any all comments
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This story contains scenes with explicit sex, etc... and quicksand!
(after reading so many fakey scenes in books, I had to write this!)
Don't try this at home, kids, these fictional characters are trained
professionals... As always, you may pass this around, but the author
retains ownership of the story.
[email protected]
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*****Stuck in Paradise*****
by [email protected]
"Great... just wonderful..." thought Suzy as the private jet bounced down
the runway. Her husband Jim had promised her a luxury vacation to
Mexico's "turquoise coast" and so far, this meant baby-sitting the bosses
wife... a task she enjoyed about as much as watching Jim suck up to Mr.
Consworth. "This could be the break I've needed to get into a V.P.'s
office" he told her, "so whatever you do, keep the bosses wife happy!"
So this is what she had given up a blossoming modeling career for:
executive baby-sitter! She'd been raised in a well to do family, and had
grown accustomed to the finer things in life. Marrying Jim, who two
years ago was *just* on the verge of becoming a Vice President, was
supposed to give her the lifestyle she'd grown up with... a fabulous life
traveling to the many tropical resorts Jim's company managed, a company
jet at their disposal... well, they *were* on a company jet, but not
quite as Suzy had imagined it.
"Here it is!" announced Jim as they stepped from the plane. "The luxury
resort of tomorrow!"
She looked across at Sylvia... Mrs. Consworth... who looked about as
impressed as if she'd just been served a rat on a stick. It was a dismal
airstrip, surrounded by jungle. The flies and mosquitoes buzzed angrily
around them as the made their way to the waiting jeep. Mr. Consworth
looked around appreciably. Both he and Jim saw the area through eyes
seeing the future developments... while Suzy and Sylvia saw only mud and
bugs.
"I need a drink." Sylvia announced flatly.
Breakfast the next morning shed a new light on things, in Suzy's case at
any rate. The first completed bungalows were indeed luxurious, and
although the kitchen was yet to be completed, the presence of the "big
boss-man" had inspired the construction crew to hire in a local chef, so
the food was not bad. The area around the bungalow was progressing
nicely, and Suzy felt a little more relaxed. It was very peaceful...
"What kind of shit is this?!?" Sylvia shrieked as she stormed up to the
lounge chairs. "No pool? No spa? and the beach ... you expect me to
lay around naked in front of 200 construction workers?!"
Mr. Consworth looked as though he'd just swallowed a large worm. "I told
you, dear, it's in the early stages of development... Jose!" he called
to one of the workers leaning on a shovel nearby. Jose' eyes opened wide
and he approached apprehensively.
"Is there a decent beach nearby for the ladies to sun on?" he asked.
Jose muttered in half Spanish about an island just a few miles from
shore.
"Great!" he confirmed. "Prepare a launch and take the ladies out there.
Tell the chef to pack them a lunch..." and looking at his wife's scowl
quietly added:
"... and *lots* of gin..."
The boat ride across the choppy waters forced Suzy and Sylvia to talk in
order to distract them from getting sick. It turned out that Sylvia was
only 32 years old although her face looked more than 8 years older than
Suzy's own 24. But Suzy noticed that under the loose fitting blouse and
pants she did appear to have a decent body... not as good as her own she
thought smugly, but not bad... Suzy was never one to hide her assets,
and today wore only a string bikini top and the shortest of white shorts
over her thong bottom. At the urging of Jose she had donned a loose
white shirt, perhaps as much to protect her from the blazing sun as to
protect Jose's libido from causing him to make a big mistake with a
big-wig's wife. A few drinks loosened Sylvia's tongue and soon Suzy knew
more than she ever wanted about Sylvia's married life and sex life... or
lack there of.
As they approached the island, Suzy saw Sylvia smile for the first time
the entire trip. The boat pulled into the beautiful, sandy lagoon, and a
majestic 50-foot waterfall spilled down to the right. Small pools of
sparkling clear water formed at the base of the falls, and strangely,
only a trickle of the massive quantity of falling water ran down to the
ocean in a small stream.
"Please to stay this side of falls-stream" Jose warned, groping for
words. "Other side... bad sand...dangerous ... and not to go into
jungle... pretty ladies get lost very easy!" At this the ladies smiled
daintily, eliciting a wide grin and blush from Jose.
The boat hit ground about 5 feet from shore and the ladies stepped out.
Sylvia's sneakers kicked up sand in the clear water as she splashed
ashore while Suzy daintily carried her flip-flops, preferring to feel the
soft, wet sand on her bare feet. Jose slogged on behind, carrying the
cooler of provisions and dropping them with a thud in the sand under a
shady palm tree.
"Now you go!" shouted Sylvia, as though Jose were deaf, not just speaking
another language. "Ladies need privacy... no men!"
Jose didn't seem to understand (actually, he understood *perfectly* that
these two gorgeous women were going to sunbathe nude, and certainly
didn't wish to miss a bit of it!). He started to wander off toward the
jungle.
"No! Go in boat! No spy on women from trees!" She shouted again.
Jose shrugged. "I come back in 3 hours... Ladies have plenty enough sun
by then!" he called. Soon the reluctant boat sputtered around the bend
of the island and out of sight.
"Finally!" Sylvia sighed laying out a large towel next to Suzy's. As the
two ladies began disrobing, Suzy was amazed to learn that Sylvia's body
was in fabulous shape! Her large breasts were firm and didn't show a bit
of sagging. Her large nipples were perky despite the heat and little
beads of perspiration formed on her dark tan skin. As Sylvia removed her
pants, Suzy, for the first time as long as she could remember, felt a bit
modest... she only hoped her body would avoid cellulite as well as
Sylvia's had. Not a lot of muscle, she thought, but nice, soft, shapely
curves. She tried not to stare at Sylvia's now naked body as she removed
the last of her own clothes, and noticed that she had already gained the
slightest bit of a tan line from her bikini, as opposed to Sylvia's
perfectly even tan.
As they began applying the oil to their bodies, Sylvia looked
appreciatively at Suzy's young, taut body. Oh to be younger... but a
trip to the plastic surgeon earlier this year had given her back the body
she'd once had! Although Suzy's breasts were smaller, she still had a
great build... more athletic. She looked down at Suzy's long, muscular
legs... Mmmmmm...a very strange feeling started rising in her body... one
she had never before felt.
"Could you put some suntan oil on my back?" Sylvia asked, handing Suzy
the dark bottle. She laid on her stomach and nestled into the soft,
yielding towel. Suzy began rubbing the oil onto her perfectly tanned
back. "Mmmmm," Sylvia purred, "you have strong hands! " At this Suzy
beared down a bit. She had gotten used to applying oil and giving
massages when she was a model and had no hang-ups about touching another
woman's body. Besides, after this morning's tantrum, she'd learned that
if Sylvia was happy, Jim's boss was happy, and perhaps soon they could
move into that big executive's house they'd been dreaming of.
"Oh, yes!" Sylvia gasped as Suzy's skilled hands massaged in the slick
oil. "Are you sure you can't just move in with me?" she joked. As
Suzy's slick hands rubbed the oil into her thirsty skin, she caressed the
soft, round curves of her buttocks, causing Sylvia to begin slowly
undulating. The smile on Sylvia's face gave Suzy a small rush, and she
lingered there a moment, kneading the soft mounds. She was surprised...
she'd never had this feeling with a woman.
Sylvia rolled over.
"Now I'll do yours." Suzy laid down and soon was engulfed by Sylvia's
expert hands. Straddling her body, Suzy felt her weight on her rear and
the soft brush of her pubic hair gently tickling her. She felt a strange
intoxicating rush forming in her chest and it spread to her thighs.
Sylvia massaged around her shoulders, sides, reaching under to her
breasts, sending a tingle of pleasure through her body. Suzy rolled over
and immediately was met by Sylvia's wet lips. Surprised, she started to
resist, but Sylvia's firm caressing hands once more resumed their work
and the wave of pleasure that washed over her was too great to resist.
As Sylvia's hands caressed her breasts, she felt her hips gyrating
against her own. Slowly her own hands began exploring the hot flesh over
her, caressing her breasts and stomach. She had never done anything like
this with a woman before, and was surprised to feel another body with the
same construction as her own. Her lips began responding and her tongue
searching as much as Sylvia's. Soon, Sylvia rolled to the side and their
hands began to wander down to the mounds of glistening wet hair, Suzy's
natural blonde hair was soon under the control of another hand than her
own, and she found through the cloud of sensations that her own hand was
busily working the moist mound in the middle of Sylvia's dark bush. Each
woman knew exactly what points gave the most pleasure and how to arouse
that response. As they did the things that they'd always wanted done to
themselves, both women began to arch, moaning, writhing, fingers moving
faster and faster... until Sylvia climaxed in full orgasm.
Sylvia rolled over and lay on her back with a wide grin. Suzy's
trembling body, still yearning for release, lay next to her, feeling
used. She felt as though Sylvia had drained some of the life from her
body, and she retreated a few inches from Sylvia.
"What's the matter? You were great! There's nothing to be ashamed of!"
she said.
Suzy gasped. "I'm not a whore! How dare you talk to me that way..." She
sat up and put on her sandals and the loose shirt Jose had given her.
Although it didn't cover much she felt the need to wear it, and the sand
was getting to hot for her soft feet. Trembling, she wandered down the
beach, deep in thought... how could she have done this? I mean, treat
the bosses wife politely, o.k. She'd even put up with her bitchy
spells... fine... and this had all started out just her way of being
nice... but then it started to feel soo good... why? ... and why did the
bitch stop just when she was really enjoying it?!?
As Suzy splashed across the little stream the cool water trickled over
her beautiful red toenails, washing off the hot white sand. She saw
Sylvia walking up behind her, wearing her sneakers and blouse. She
didn't feel ready to face her yet, so quickened her pace a bit.
"Wait!" Sylvia called. "Let me explain..." Suzy quickened her pace,
the more solid, wet sand on this side being easier to run on. After a
few steps it softened up again, but remained wet.
"...just a minute!" called Sylvia in more earnest. Suzy stopped, her
flip-flops squishing into the wet sand. She heard Sylvia squish up
behind her.
"Eeeew...if you had to pout, why do it over in this mess?" she quietly
mussed looking at her dirty sneakers as they squished in and out of the
sand as she paced nervously.
Suzy snorted: What a bitch! She never thought about anyone but herself!
She started to stomp off, but the mucky sand sucked her sandals off her
feet with a slurp. She decided to leave them and as she walked back, her
bare feet squished more easily into the wet sand, which swallowed her
feet to the ankle.
"Great," Suzy thought looking at her wiggling, muddy toes, "there goes a
$50 pedicure..."
Sylvia stood, frustratedly pacing in place in the goo. "Look, I'm
sorry! I'm just used to everyone doing everything for me! I just..." as
she started to follow Suzy, she found that the mud sucked firmly at her
sneakers, now completely under the surface. She pulled at the left foot,
which didn't budge. Trying the right foot, she jerked her knees
violently in rage as it too remained unyielding. The surrounding sand
rippled as she moved and rapidly began turning into a thick slurry.
"Oh, this is great! The dry sand's to hot for bare feet and now I have
to loose *my* shoes too..." she complained as she started to bend over to
undo the shoelaces. Her jerking tirade had worked her in up to her
calves. She now noticed that she was slowly but surely sinking.
Suzy noticed this also as the sand around her bare feet began to shift.
She pulled her left foot out with a reluctant slurp, and as her muscular
legs strained to pull out her right foot, her left foot sank in nearly to
her knee. A wave of panic hit her.
"This is quicksand!" she shouted. Sylvia was quickly convinced of this
as the thick mire around her liquefied more with each movement she made.
In a panic, she struggled frantically, causing her to sink to her
thighs. "Help me!" she whimpered, "help me..."
Suzy was too busy working her way to the edge to be able to help Sylvia.
Remembering a novel she had read, she dropped to her hands and knees,
which readily sank in the now liquid goo. She began crawling out, the
wet muddy sand coating her arms and weighing her down. It was more solid
where she was, and so she didn't sink as fast as Sylvia, but because of
the thickness the mud sucked more strongly at her slender arms and
muscular legs. She groaned, every muscle straining as she struggled
through the quicksand. The mud squished between her toes, a sensation
she loved, but at this time it was both terrifying and somehow, as it
oozed into her warm crotch, magically, it was still a little erotic!
Adrenaline rushed through her veins as she slowly swam toward the edge.
By now only her head remained clean and above the surface, but she found
that she was floating... she wasn't going to sink! She looked back
across the pit. Sylvia was up to her stomach and still wiggling about
and whimpering.
"Stop struggling! You'll float if you don't struggle!" Suzy called.
Sylvia became still. "I'm still sinking!" She called. But she noticed
that she wasn't sinking as fast, and she started to feel the support of
the thick solid/liquid around her body. She pushed with her hands, but
the mire hungrily devoured her arms. Once under, the sticky sand weighed
her down even more and as she tried to remove her arms, the mud sucked
tenaciously at her limbs... her thighs... her.... A strange ripple went
through her body.
Suzy's hands now struck firm ground, and she began to haul her mud-caked
body out of the bog. The mud coated her body with about 1-2 inches of
thick, tar-like goo and she felt like she weighed a ton. The combination
of sun and struggle had exhausted her and she lay still on the edge, her
legs still partially submerged in the mire.
Once the mud had reached over Sylvia's large breasts, she found that she
floated, but she sank in further whenever she moved. Once she stopped
struggling, she would again float back up to the same buoyancy point.
"See, " Suzy called, "you won't get 'sucked under'... that's just movie
crap!" She slowly extracted one leg from the settling sands. Now that
they weren't struggling, the sands settled down and began
re-solidifying. This made pulling her legs out even harder. She jerked
frustratedly until the bog loosened a bit and released it's grip with a
loud slurrrrp. Sitting up, she looked across to Sylvia. She remained at
about shoulder depth, her arms now trapped in the solidifying sand. Her
long, black hair rested on the surface, half submerged, and she now had a
quiet look of resignation on her face. "I just wanted to feel good
again..." she sobbed.
Suzy stood up, her strength beginning to return. She started to wipe off
the mud that had caked onto her body. It weighed easily as much as she
did. So this was why it was so hard to get out!
"Are you sinking?" she called.
"No..." Sylvia replied weakly, "But I can't move a muscle!"
"Don't! At least until we start to get you out!" Suzy called back. She
began looking around for a branch or something. She saw some brush back
by the waterfalls. "I suppose we could wait for Jose to return..." she said
"No!" Sylvia cried "No! I'll do anything to get out now! This is
terrible! I'm completely helpless!"
At this Suzy stopped. She was standing in front of a broken piece of
plywood that had washed up on shore from some wreck. As her toes wiggled
in the muck a strange sensation began in her gooey feet and traveled up
her legs to between her thighs. With a grin, she thought: ...anything?
Dragging the sheet of wood back to the bog, she dropped it and began
walking around the suspended head. As she neared the edge closest to the
falls, she felt the ground start to shift in that familiar way and barely
managed to step back before one foot slipped in to her ankle. As she
pulled it out with a loud pop, Sylvia asked what she was doing.
"Looking for the closest solid ground to you..." she replied, continuing
around the back. On this side there was less sand and more smooth,
slippery mud, but it was solid underneath. Now out of danger, she
squished in the warm, soft mud, enjoying the feeling of it squishing
between her perfect toes. She'd done foot modeling before, and chuckled
as she wondered what her agent would say if he saw her feet
now...slurping in and out of the inky mud...
"Stop playing and get me out of here! I could die in this shit!" Sylvia
barked.
"Yes, you could, so you'd better shut up and do as I say, or else Jose
will need a very long rope to pull up your body from the depths of this
pit!" she replied in a tone that even surprised her. Sylvia got a
shocked look on her face at actually being commanded in such a tone and
froze.
She retrieved the plywood and after taking off and dropping her heavy,
muddy shirt, slid around to the muddy side again, facing Sylvia's now
quiet head. She laid down face first into the mud, with the plywood in
front of her. Slithering naked in the six inch deep goo, she felt a
small wave of pleasure ripple through her as the soft lotion-like mud
caressed her breasts and thighs. It covered her body like cream and she
slid forward only with the most wide, sensual motions, sending wave after
wave of intoxicating enjoyment up her spine. She rolled over and felt
her butt-cheeks become slippery and wet as the smooth mud oozed up
between them and pushed out the coarse sand. She felt like just staying
there, writhing in the sucking, caressing, safe and shallow mud, but then
remembered the plans she had in store for Sylvia. She started forward again.
As soon as she felt the ground become more like the gritty, shifting
quicksand, she slid the board forward right up to Sylvia's helpless
head. Sylvia tried to pull her arms out to reach it, but only succeeded
in forcing herself in deeper, to her neck.
"Stop trying to pull your arms out!" Suzy warned, " you'll only force
yourself under. You'll just have to wait until *I* pull you out!"
Sylvia noticed an edge to Suzy's voice and saw a strange glint in her
eye. Although she wasn't having to struggle much, she still seemed to be
breathing hard...
As she slid her slick, glistening body onto the plywood, she slithered up
close to Sylvia's face. "...and I'll pull you out when I'm darn good and
ready!" she said wickedly as she licked Sylvia's large red lips.
Sylvia's eyes grew wide... "Wha... what do you mean?" she asked trembling
in a combination of fear and anticipation. She had never enjoyed the
company of women, but had always been in control, especially when using
the sex-toys her husband bought them. But now she was completely
helpless. The thick mire sucked at her butt and thighs as she squirmed a
little. This combined with the building erotic adrenaline rush of fear
and the sight of Suzy's wet lips so near her helpless own caused her to
let out a little gasp. Suzy recognized it for what it was and smiled.
"Good... but this time *I'll* be satisfied!" she said, sitting up on the
plywood. She spread her legs around Sylvia's head and watched as her
wet, muddy pussy approached her twitching lips.
"But... but it's all muddy..." Sylvia protested.
"Nobody said that *you'd* enjoy this!" Suzy said firmly. "Now if you
want to get out... LICK!"
Sylvia hesitated, but as Suzy's legs pressed down on her shoulders, she
felt herself sink in up to her chin.
"LICK!" Suzy commanded.
Sylvia now eagerly obliged. As her lips worked through the thin coating
of slimy mud, they found their mark and her tongue began doing its job.
Suzy arched her back, finally receiving the attention that Jim had so
often denied her, and a huge wave of passion washed over her. More and
more Sylvia worked her head, sucking and licking at her mistress of the
mud. The motion caused her to writhe slightly, slightly loosening the
sand and causing it to suck erotically at her skin all over her body.
Sylvia and her husband had gotten into the occasional B & D, but this was
the real thing and she found the real and present risk to be an
incredible intoxication. Against her minds better judgment, she moved
her hands in the ever more fluid bog and began caressing herself,
doubling the actions of her tongue. Suzy was surprised when Sylvia began
moaning in unison with her, but found she was powerless to stop...
somehow, even now, Sylvia and her magic tongue were in control! She
pushed down with her thighs onto Sylvia's shoulders, forcing her under a
bit against the buoyancy.
"Stop...gasp... enjoying... gasp... your-... gasp... self... oooohhhh!"
she began to climax and as the long, excruciatingly long moan began, she
let up on Sylvia's shoulders. Sylvia's writhing body rose to it's former
point. The surrounding sand had become a semi-liquid again, about the
consistency of a McDonald's shake, and as Suzy came in a full orgasm, she
sat up on her butt, pulling her legs into the air.
The added force combined with the weaker support of the sand caused the
plywood to splinter into a million pieces, plunging Suzy into the mire
right beside Sylvia, her body wrapped around hers. In the final stages
of orgasm, neither was able to do anything about it until they could
regain control of their bodies.
Holding each other, feeling each other's wet, slick body pressed up
against their own, they froze in fear.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit..." Suzy muttered repeatedly.
Sylvia looked at her and pulled her close. "If we are going to die, I
want you to know that this has been the most incredible experience I've
ever shared with anyone. I'm sorry for how I treated you."
Suzy smiled. "...and if we ever get out of this mess, Harry should just
give Jim that damn promotion and stop dragging us wives around!"
They laughed nervously, causing the mud to ripple and causing them to
sink to their chins. They froze and pulled each other close.
"I'd like that ... it's a nice though... it's too bad we'll..."
As the mud lapped up to their earlobes, they heard the sound of Jose's
sputtering motorboat starting, and looking back, saw him coming around
from his silent watchpoint on the other side of the island.
As he approached the shore near them, he shouted out "Hola!" then in
English: "I see you ladies found the goddess's vagina... I warn you to
stay out of that area, but you never listened! " As he threw the rope to
them, one by one they pulled the loop around their shoulders and Jose
laboriously pulled them to the beach and water, where they crawled into
the little boat.
"What did you call that spot?" Sylvia asked incredulously.
"On this island, is the goddess of womanhood. I makes women behave
*very* strangely to one another... That warm, wet spot called the
goddess's vagina... it feel very good to get into, so good it trap
women! To bad Jose don't get to participate, but..." admiring the
naked, muddy, exhausted bodies in front of him with a wink, he added:
" ...it *is* fun to watch!"
And with that the motor coughed and sped them back to the mainland.
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