A Fulfilled Dream

Nastya couldn't remember when her strange fascination first appeared. It seemed that it had always been with her, as long as she could remember. Since her early childhood, she would freeze inside when the villain in an old movie sank in quicksand, but it was not fear, no. Nastya could never describe that feeling, but it flared up in her stomach and chest whenever she saw quicksand or swamps, whether it was moments from movies or YouTube videos. Even the earth that had melted after heavy rains and turned into soft mud seemed to tempt her, and she wanted to take off her shoes and walk barefoot on this viscous mixture of water and earth, enjoying the way it slipped between her toes, the way it slurped and sucked at her feet... And every time Nastya was terribly annoyed, she walked by, suppressing these strange desires. But there was nothing to be done, doing such things in the city was not the best idea for obvious reasons. So Nastya sighed sadly and went on her way, satisfying herself only with her imagination.

She was looking forward to a trip to the countryside, and the closer the date of her vacation came, the more often various fantasies about deep mud pits, ditches with loosened clay, or the sticky bottom silt of dried-up lakes popped into her head. Nastya literally felt the wet pressure on her ankles and calves, the soft pleasant suction on the soles of her feet, felt the soft but strong grip of the mud that pulled her feet back with each attempt to pull them out. The fantasies became more vivid and intrusive.

Yes, it is impossible to say exactly when the girl had this strange fascination, but there was one incident that was clearly imprinted in her memory, and it definitely helped to reveal this strange desire to get stuck in the mud. It was ten years ago, Nastya was on summer vacation in the same village. It was the middle of July, it was hot as hell, and the girl was walking with her friend on the outskirts of the village. They liked to walk together in deserted places where the probability of meeting someone was almost zero. So they walked barefoot, holding their shoes in their hands, until by chance they came across a shallow ditch with gray mud and small puddles of water at the bottom. Nastya didn't remember the excuse for going down there, but she clearly remembered that as soon as her bare feet touched the cool surface of the mud, she sank down to her knees. A dozen seconds of struggling and trying to get out, and the girl was stuck up to the middle of her thighs. She was stuck very firmly, no matter how fast she was sinking and how soft the gray mass seemed. She tried to get out, she struggled as hard as she could, but even with the help of her friend, she could not get out right away. At some point, they even began to think that they would have to call someone for help, because the sticky clay sucked Nastya's feet so tightly that it was impossible to pull them out by brute force. Only when her friend carefully climbed down, distributing her weight and crawling on her knees so that she would not sink in, did they both dig their hands into the loosened earth and slowly, inch by inch, pull Nastya's legs out of the sticky trap, soaking themselves from head to toe in the mud. The process was so exhausting that the girls lay silently on the edge of the pit for several minutes, catching their breath.

Afterwards they laughed and joked about it, but for Nastya it remained more than just a funny memory. Again and again, her thoughts returned to that pit. Again and again she relived the moment when she first touched the wet ground with her toes and then finally shifted her body weight from her hands, resting on the edges of the pit, to her feet, which immediately began to sink slowly into the mud, and she could only spread her arms awkwardly, trying to keep her balance, and could only watch as her knees disappeared into the sticky gray soil. But the most vivid memory of all was the feeling of suction on her legs and under her feet. Every time she tried to pull her foot out, she felt the mud like a giant mouth sucking her bare soles back in...

And now the long-awaited moment had arrived. Nastya walked confidently along the path, paying no attention to the prickly stones and twigs under her bare feet, not yet used to such surfaces. The girl didn't even notice them, her head was only filled with thoughts of the place she was going to, and the closer she got, the faster her heart beat, and at some point her knees even started to tremble, so she had to slow down. But that didn't help her to calm down. Her mind was full of worries - what if the ditch had been filled in? What if it had dried up? Most of all, Nastya feared that she would not find what she had come all this way for. Once, somewhere in the back of her mind, there was a faint fear that she might get so stuck that she wouldn't be able to get out on her own, and this time there would be no one around to help her. But Nastya became even more excited when she imagined how helplessly she would wriggle in the thick, heavy mud, and she immediately brushed away the slight feeling of danger. She's going to this mud pit just to get stuck. How will she get out? She'll think of something, it doesn't matter now.

Nastya turned off the path she had been following for half an hour, not missing the opportunity to walk through all the puddles she came across on her way, leaving neat wet footprints of her bare feet behind her. Then she waded through the bushes, carefully choosing where to step so as not to accidentally step on a thorny plant, and walked for another five minutes, smiling happily. The ditch was in the same spot. It had not been filled in, and Nastya looked down carefully, it was not dry. There were no puddles now, but the ground underneath looked clearly wet, and its color resembled wet concrete. She was barely up to her thighs that day, but it was still very pleasant to feel the soft, wet pressure on her legs. When Nastya imagined what the viscous mud would feel like on her naked body, her legs almost gave out and heat flared in her groin. She stepped back and began to undress. First she pulled her t-shirt over her head and found that her erect nipples were unusually hard and sensitive. When she took off her shorts, Nastya realized how wet she was. Yes, she had felt it on the way here, but she had never expected the front of her panties to be soaked through. After thinking for a few moments, Nastya decided to take them off as well, sinking into the mud completely naked. She hooked the band with her thumbs and pulled it down, watching the transparent threads stretch between the fabric and her reddened labia. Finally, she stood naked at the edge of the ditch, wrinkling in the cool breeze and shifting from foot to foot. Finally. What she had waited so long for was about to happen.

Nastya took a closer look, examining the bottom of the pit, trying to choose a better place to jump. The right spot was almost in the middle of the pit, dark and shiny from moisture. The ground would be softest there. Nastya smiled, stood still for a few seconds, and then jumped down, trying to get both feet into that wet area. A wet slap sounded and... Her feet pressed into the warm, thick clay barely up to her ankles. The girl looked down and saw that the mud did not even completely cover her feet, only her toes. She could partially see her feet, visible between the walls of the two holes in the mud. It was strange, the last time she had sunk to her knees without jumping. The mud had apparently become much thicker, perhaps because of the drought, or perhaps Nastya had simply made a mistake in choosing a place to land. Either way, the girl was not happy with the result. What if the hole had dried up and she couldn't sink any deeper? She didn't want to believe that. She should just jump again and try to land on her heels with all her weight, maybe the ground was only hardened at the top and it would be possible to break through that layer.

Nastya bent down and jumped with all her strength... It felt as if her bare soles were trapped in two large suction cups that perfectly replicated their shape. Instead of jumping, the girl jerked upwards as if she was glued to the ground, flailing her arms violently and almost losing her balance. She looked down in surprise to find that not only had she failed to pull her feet out of the mud, but she had sunk even deeper. Her feet disappeared from sight behind walls of gray clay that almost closed in on each other. Nastya tried to jump again. To no avail. Then again. The suction of the mud held the soles of her feet very tightly, and after the third jump they even hurt a little. When she tried to stand on her tiptoes, she felt the mud sucking in her heels, and the harder she stretched, the stronger the suction became. Her heels began to feel numb, but Nastya kept pushing up as hard as she could, only pushing her toes deeper into the thick mud. She had already forgotten those sensations and was now enjoying the soft suction and pressure of the gray mud on her legs, which now sank to the middle of her calves. The girl started pulling her legs alternately as if she wanted to get out, but she didn't make much effort because getting out was really the last thing she wanted to do. She enjoyed the way the sticky ground pleasantly sucked at her soles, swaying lazily with her jerks and slowly, almost imperceptibly, swallowing her legs deeper. Nastya pulled harder and harder until she finally stopped giving in and pulled her feet out with all her strength. But the wet, thick clay that squeezed them from all sides held them so tightly that she could only lift them slightly. Nastya wiped the sweat from her brow. She felt hot. And not only because she hadn't stopped struggling for several minutes. Every time she tried to pull her foot out again and felt the strong suction pulling her toes and the skin on her soles down, sinking deeper into the sticky mess that rose up her legs in two tight hoops, warm arousal surged in her groin and everything clenched in her chest. On her reddened and swollen labia, a clear, thick liquid gathered in large drops that slowly slid down thin strings and fell onto the wet surface of the mud that shook from the girl's movements. Nastya wanted to put her hands between her legs and use her fingers to stop the unbearable sweet itch, but she resisted with all her might. Her legs only reached above her knees, and that was not enough.

She paused to catch her breath, but continued to move her legs slightly, lifting them up on her heels and toes to continue to feel the suction beneath them. She had dreamed about this for so long, fantasizing at night, imagining what it would be like, and now finally... Bending down, she grabbed her right thigh and pulled it up with all her strength. Immediately, she felt the mud resist, sucking her foot back with the same force. Nastya tried harder, but the suction on her sole grew proportionally. She tensed to the limit, gritting her teeth, the knuckles of her fingers turned white and her nails dug painfully into her thigh, but all her efforts were in vain, the sticky mud formed a vacuum around her foot and it was useless to resist the suction. For a split second Nastya thought, how long would it take if she really wanted to get out? The mud held her so tight... Would she be able to get out at all, sinking as deep as she wanted to? Last time a friend had helped her and together they had wasted a lot of time and exhausted themselves... But she just pushed those thoughts away.

The touch of her sensitive labia against the rough surface of the mud was like a sudden electric shock. Nastya shuddered, arching her back, her feet tensing of their own accord, as if her body were reflexively trying to stand on tiptoe and pull her groin away from the source of the suddenly too-strong sensation, but the vacuum holding the girl's heels made that impossible. Instead, Nastya pressed her labia and delicate pink clit against the rough floor, smearing a puddle of lube and leaving a glistening trail as if a snail had just crawled in. Her breath hitched like a hand on her throat, and a loud moan escaped along with a compressed groan. Her pelvis jerked forward, then backward, it was not the girl's will, she was no longer in control of her body. Even if a crowd of people had appeared at the edge of the pit and watched Nastya in amazement, she would not have been able to stop herself and would only have stared helplessly at them, unable to take control of her writhing body. The strongest orgasm of her life hit her so suddenly and powerfully that for a split second she was terrified. But only for a split second, after which all thoughts and emotions evaporated in a flash, like a drop of water from a red-hot iron. She had never experienced anything like it. Her face contorted in a sweet agony of pleasure, her body shook and trembled, and her swollen clitoris and reddened labia kept rubbing against the mud, intensifying and prolonging the ecstasy. From the tips of her toes to the top of her head, Nastya was in the grip of an incredibly powerful orgasm that hit her like an electric shock. Deep inside, her toes involuntarily tried to curl up, but the thick mud prevented them from doing so, holding and sucking them like ten little mouths. Meanwhile, the sticky mud was gradually rising up the girl's body, which was trembling and writhing, helpless against her own body, drowning in an ecstasy that lasted... Nastya did not know how long. The sense of time vanished, leaving only the white fire of pleasure and the heavy, sticky, warm mud that sucked her deeper and deeper.

Nastya regained consciousness, but did not immediately realize where she was. As if awakened from a deep sleep, she stared dully around, trying to make sense of what was happening through the fog in her head. The first thing she felt was the mud wrapped tightly around her body. When she tried to move, she immediately felt a gentle pressure from all sides... Nastya looked down. The gray, wet mass reached up to her navel. But a moment ago she had only touched the surface with her groin. It seemed that her uncontrollable shivering made her sink deeper, and then she fainted from the unbearable pleasure. How much time has passed? From the bottom of the pit, the position of the sun in the sky could not be seen, so it was impossible to know how long she had been unconscious. Nastya tried to move and immediately felt the sticky, thick vacuum resist her. She pulled harder, the mud swaying lazily in response. Oh, how tightly this mud squeezed her naked body, it was impossible to even move her toes now. Nastya tried once more to free herself, but the mud did not even notice her futile attempt to break free from its sucking grip and squeezed her body even tighter. And with that, the girl felt a flash of heat between her legs and realized that she was becoming aroused again.

With her hands, Nastya found hard spots on the left and right of her body, then she leaned on them, took a deep breath and pushed hard, trying to pull her body out of the sticky mud. She decided that mud baths would be enough for today, and besides, it was summer and she could come here every day. But the mud would not let go of its prey so easily. As long as the girl stood still, the thick mud held her body gently, but as soon as she moved even a little, it began to squeeze her like a vise. Relaxing, Nastia removed her hands from the surface where her palms were clearly imprinted, and immediately noticed that she had sunk a little deeper. Yes, it will be very difficult to get out of this mud. Nastya felt weightless, pleasantly wrapped in a warm, thick cocoon. She moved her hips slightly, and the gray surface swayed in response, like jelly or a water mattress. She leaned back on her arms and reached up. The mud held her tight, very tight. Nastya struggled even harder, and in return she felt the semi-liquid earth suck her even tighter. She pulled so hard that her shoulder muscles began to ache, but the mud only clung tighter to Nastya's naked body, and she realized that all her efforts were not helping her to pull herself up even an inch. She pulled herself up a little, but the surface of the mud in a half-meter radius around her rose with her body, and the suction became so strong that she felt she would rather be torn apart than be able to pull herself up even another inch. She relaxed again, and the surface of the mud lowered again, swallowing the girl a little deeper.

At the same time, the friction of the rough earth against her crotch made Nastya bite her lip and twitch involuntarily, causing a slight ripple on the surface of the gray clay. Nastya closed her eyes and tried not to move, waiting for the pleasant sensation to pass. It wasn't easy, but despite the fact that she wanted a repeat of what had happened recently, she realized that in her situation the first thing she should think about was getting out of this soft trap. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked down. Hell, the surface of the mud now reached her lower ribs. Not only was she making no progress in trying to get out, but she was sinking even deeper. And if the mud sucked her in so hard, when it only reached her navel...

A feeling of danger and pleasure fought in Nastya's head. On the one hand, the girl wanted to get out of this sticky trap, but on the other hand, the feeling of the wet earth sucking her naked body, holding it with a powerful grip and not allowing her to escape even an inch was very pleasant. It was especially strong on the soles of her feet, and Nastya involuntarily tried to move her toes to feel this pleasant suction. She immediately realized that it was a mistake to pay so much attention to it. Immediately, her excitement increased many times over, and the fear of not being able to get out faded into the background. She tried to push these thoughts out of her mind, but it was too late. Every movement caused a soft resistance of mud and a pleasant rubbing against her crotch, Nastya just couldn't ignore the sensations.

But the girl would not give up so easily. She found another hard spot with her hands, leaned against it, and continued to try to free herself from the warm, sticky trap. But now she used a different tactic. Instead of simply pulling her body upward from the sucking grip of the swamp, she began to sway slowly and carefully from side to side, pulling her legs out one by one. It didn't seem to work at first, but she soon discovered that this was the right method. Yes, it was definitely working. Very slowly, her body was released from the sticky mud, the surface of which was shaking from side to side with the girl's movements. But at the same time, the rhythmic rubbing of the mud against her clitoris and labia increased the pleasant warmth that flared up between her legs with each rocking motion. Nastya closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. She knew her body and realized that it would get more and more pleasurable and soon she would be on the edge, but there was no way to stop. If she had stopped even for a second to rest her arms or catch her breath, not only would all her efforts have been in vain, but the mud would have sucked her body in even deeper. And who knew if the girl would be able to free herself from the soft embrace of clay. Her arms were already beginning to hurt... The feeling of strong suction on the sole of her left foot... Then the right foot... Her navel was already visible above the surface of the mud. Nastya continued to rock methodically, trying to get out of the sticky swamp. She tried hard not to pay attention to the way the mud rubbed against her crotch, sucking hard from her toes to her buttocks, not wanting to let go of her young naked body. Nastya was already moaning through clenched teeth, her arm muscles burning unbearably, but she could not stop. She felt as if she was balancing on a thin edge and could fall into a bottomless abyss of pleasure at any moment. It was almost too much to bear. Just a little more. Just to push her pelvis out, to pull her labia away from the mud... Oh, how tightly the mud held her. It sucked at her toes, soles and heels, wrapped her tightly from her ankles to her buttocks, squeezing her whole muddy body and rubbing against her like a huge, rough tongue...