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                                  Prejudice

                   by Black Squirrel (December, 4th, 1997)
                               (f/m, qs, mast)


Jennifer  lay  half-asleep on the couch in the living room. Subconsciously she
stroke  the soft fur of her cat. Lewis had made himself comfortable beside her
and  was  silently  purring  to  himself,  enjoying her caresses. Richard, her
boyfriend,  was sitting in the next room, probably working at something on his
computer.  The  television  showed  some  scene  of an old-fashioned adventure
movie,  but no one seemed to pay much attention to it. Jennifer had turned the
volume  down  during  one of the commercials and didn't turn it back on again.
Only  very soft noises were audible. She was just up to fall completely asleep
when she heard the female jungle-explorer cry, "Help! I'm in quicksand!"

Jennifer's blue eyes opened instantly. She sat up and glared at the flickering
TV. The woman was up to her thighs in a soft yielding sand and rapidly sinking
deeper.  She  tried  to  free  herself  by trying to pull out her legs, but it
didn't  seem to work. Within a few seconds her legs were gone. Again she cried
for help and looked around for something that could save her from drowning. By
now  her  chest  was  setting  into  the  wet  sand. An expression of fear and
desperation showed up on her face while the mire rose to her neck. Just as her
face  was going to submerge, a second person appeared in the scene. It was the
male explorer; he had brought a rope to save her. "Mary! I'm here!" he shouted
and  threw  the  rope.  She grasped at it and held on. The man pulled hard and
slowly  dragged  her  inch by inch out of the deadly trap. When she eventually
was  on  safe  ground  they  both  collapsed  at the edge of the quicksand and
caressed each other.

All  the  time  Jennifer  was watching with rising excitement. She almost felt
sorry  about  the  rescue of the woman - she would've liked it to see her sink
completely  under. She didn't know why this situation was arousing to her, but
when  the  scene  was over and the letters "THE END" were fading in, she still
was  short of breath. She felt the nipples of her breasts had grown hard and a
well  known  heat  was  spreading  inside  her  body. For some reason she felt
herself  remembered  of her children's age when she was often playing in muddy
or marshy areas.

A little puzzled but still agitated she took the remote control from the table
and  switched  off the TV. Lewis jumped onto the floor as she rose and trotted
into  the hallway. Jennifer went into the bedroom where Richard was sitting at
his  small  computer  desk.  Slowly  she  approached him and wrapped her hands
around  his  body from behind. She could feel his muscles tense under the fine
tee-shirt  while  she  stroke  his  chest and belly. Slowly her hands wandered
further  down  until  he  couldn't  resist  any  longer  and  switched off the
computer.  When he stood up she backed away from him and let herself fall onto
the  bed - the long brown hair spread out behind her head. A few seconds later
he was next to her, kissing her moist and demanding lips.

Lewis sat on the sideboard watching the two lovers for a certain time. Then he
yawned passionately and curled up to sleep.

Jennifer  stood in front of the flat sandy surface, shivering with excitement.
Slowly  she  slipped out of her shoes, took off her blue-jeans and top. A warm
breeze  was touching the bare skin of her body as she made the first step. The
sand  under  her  feet was soft and damp. She felt it rocking gently while she
took  two  more  steps. Her soles sunk about half an inch into the moist stuff
and a gentle sucking feeling tickled them when she lifted her legs to walk on.
Suddenly  one  of her feet broke through the surface and disappeared up to the
ankle.  To  keep  her balance she put the other foot next to it, causing it to
sink  in  about the same amount. Fascinated she watched the yielding substance
accepting  her  calves  inch by inch. Carefully she tried to pull out her left
foot  but  the  suction  held  it in place while burying the other leg deeper.
Jennifer  moaned  quietly and kept moving her legs up and down - she wanted to
feel the sand encasing her legs, trapping her to be absolutely motionless. And
the  quicksand  responded. Stirred up by her movements it grew softer and took
more  and  more  of  her slender legs. Her toes were now pointing downwards to
offer  as less resistance as possible to her descent. When her knees were gone
she felt the pressure of the sand increasing. She wasn't able to move her legs
anymore,  they  were  held  together  firmly  by  the  enormous  power  of the
quicksand.  It  took  her some effort to slide her hand between them - but she
had to touch the fire that was burning there. She let out a loud moan when her
fingers finally reached their destination. Her other hand was sliding over her
sweat-covered  breasts,  pressing  them  gently  and rubbing the hard nipples.
Although  her legs were motionless now, the quicksand continued to rise around
her.  Jennifer  helped  this by rocking her body back and forth, causing light
ripples  on  the  surface  of the sand. A few moments later she felt the moist
mire  touching  her hand. A wave of pleasure rushed through her while the sand
rose  to  her  hips. "Take me," she whispered softly and continued rocking her
body. Her left hand was now trapped below the surface, firmly locked where she
had  put  it. And the quicksand still rose. By now her belly button was gone -
she  felt  the  pressure of the mire now engulfing her ribcage. Her right hand
was moving in weird circles over her body while her attempts to move the other
one  took  her  even  deeper  down.  The quicksand now started at her breasts,
causing  them  to  float on the surface a short time before sucking them under
all  at  once.  Now her right arm was trapped too - the quicksand had made her
powerless.  Her  shoulders disappeared shortly after and then her neck was the
next  in  line.  Jennifer  took  her  breath  in short and fast jolts, for the
quicksand  constricted  her  chest and her sexual excitement made her pant. It
seemed  that  the deadly trap wanted to squeeze the last bit of air out of her
lungs  before  encasing  her  completely. Then the mire closed over her tilted
back head.

Jennifer  opened  her  eyes and felt the damp sweat all over her skin. Richard
had  wrapped  one  arm about her chest and was hugging her tightly. Cautiously
she  loosened his embrace a bit and tried to regain control over her emotions.
Her  left  hand was still sticking in the moist place between her legs and she
slowly  pulled  it  away.  Through the curtains she could see the light of the
early  morning.  Quietly  she got out of the bed and went into the bathroom to
take a cold shower - this would clear her mind.

"Good  morning,  hon," she said, when Richard entered the kitchen. She had set
up the breakfast and was just filling the coffee cups.

"Yeah,  indeed,"  he replied while he sat down. "What had been the matter with
you  last  night?  I  really  thought,  you've  gone mad!" He smiled at her to
assuage his words. "You really got me to the limit!"

"I  don't know. Maybe it was for the movie I was watching shortly before." She
was  a  bit  nervous  about  it  but in all the time of their relationship she
always  had  told  him  all  her  desires.  "It  was a jungle movie, about two
explorers  travelling  through the rain-forest of some African country. In the
end  the female explorer slipped into a quicksand pit and nearly drowned. This
had  a strange effect on me; I imagined myself being sinking in this stuff and
- well, you know the result."

Richard  looked at her over the rim of his cup. "You mean, the quicksand scene
turned you on?"

Jennifer  nodded. "Absolutely! I don't know why, but it was driving me crazy."
She  interrupted  herself;  maybe  she  should  keep  the details of her dream
untold.

"How  come?  The  only thing I know about quicksand is that you would drown in
it, once you are stuck."

"I  don't  know.  But  I'm  sure  it must be a fantastic feeling. When I was a
little  girl  I  always played in the muddy soil near the small brook. I can't
help  it,  but  it's  still thrilling me, mow that I'm talking about it." With
suddenly rising appetite she started to eat.

For  several  minutes  neither of them spoke. Then she finally said, "I really
wonder  how  it  actually would feel. I know a place, besides the river in the
nature reserve-"

"Jenny!"  he  interrupted  sharply.  "You  don't /really/ think about throwing
yourself  into quicksand, do you? This is dangerous! You would risk your life!
In the best case you would get yourself trapped!"

"I'm  just wondering," she said to reassure him. It seemed that he wasn't fond
of the idea. So she decided to drop the topic; but the desire remained.

                                      *

Jennifer  listened  to the radio while tidying up their flat. Richard had left
to  work  an hour ago. She had nearly forgotten about the movie and her dream.
Absent-minded she picked up one of the tennis-balls Lewis liked to toss around
the  whole  flat. She went to the small lumber-room and laid the ball onto one
of  the  shelves.  Then something caught her eye. It was a coiled up length of
sturdy  rope  they used on their mountain-hiking trips. At once the picture of
the  female  explorer  burst  into  her  mind,  half-mired  in  quicksand  and
desperately  trying  to pull herself out. Jennifer picked up the rope and slid
her  fingers  over it while she tried to control her conflicting feelings. One
moment  later  she  turned around and went into the bedroom to dress up in her
biking clothes. Richard would never notice. She'd be back in time.

With a gentle slam the door closed behind her. She shouldered her knapsack and
set off. The tires of her mountain-bike made crunching noises when she entered
the  sandy  path  that  led through the small park in the city. Within fifteen
minutes  she  reached  the  open land beyond the town and turned into the road
that led towards the nature reserve. The longer she rode, the more excited she
got.  Her thoughts circled about the things she was up to do; she decided that
she  had prepared everything right. It would be agitating - one way or another
- and to make things even better the weather was quite fine.

Less  than  half  an  hour  after  her departure she passed the sign that said
"Nature  Reserve.  No cars allowed beyond this point." Then she could hear the
mumbling of the river already. The dirt road crossed the forest in a wavy line
until  it  finally  came  to open ground. There she saw the quite fast flowing
river. At this time of day this place was mostly deserted; she would be on her
own. She dismounted and wheeled the bike a short way between the bushes. There
she leaned it against a tree trunk and left for the river.

As  she  had presumed the ground next to the river consisted of soft wet sand.
Quickly she dropped her knapsack, opened it and took out the rope. The blanket
and  spare clothes she left inside. She chose one of the nearby standing trees
and  wound one end of the rope around it. Then she tugged at it and considered
it  as  safe.  After this she began to undress herself. The mild summer breeze
stroke her skin and made her shudder with anticipation. She looked over to the
soft  sands  along  the  riverside  and  took  a deep breath. "Here I am," she
whispered.

Slowly she approached the water. The sand under her soles was dry and warm but
she  could  feel  it  turn  moist soon. Her feet left small traces behind that
quickly  filled  up  with water and dissolved. While she was steadily stepping
towards  the  river, the ground seemed to bounce a little. Jennifer stopped in
surprise  as the sand under her feet began to rock like a raft on a calm lake.
Then she was up to move on, but her feet refused to obey. Looking down she saw
that  they  were  buried ankle-deep in the sand. At once she took the rope and
looped  it several times around her wrist. Then she tied it up and dropped the
superfluous end. The rope was long enough to provide full movement but not too
long to pull herself out with it.

Meanwhile  her legs had sunk down up to mid-calf. Now that she felt secure she
could  give  up  herself  completely  to the raising arousal. Just like in her
dream she began working herself deeper in by pumping her legs up and down. She
felt  the suction against her legs and the slow descent into the quicksand. It
didn't  take  her  long  to  get  down to her knees. It was growing harder and
harder to lift her legs, the sand tightened its grip at her thighs that slowly
disappeared  under  the  surface. Jennifer put her left hand - the one without
the  rope  -  onto her belly and slid it slowly over the curly brown hair into
the  most  secret  region  of her body. The sensation was so powerful that she
nearly  at  once  came  to her first climax. Screaming with joy she rocked her
hips  that way and another and the hungry quicksand consumed more of her young
body.  Soon  her  legs  were  completely  gone and the gooey stuff touched her
crotch.  Jennifer  moaned  loudly  and  struggled more frantically to get even
deeper  down. Soon she noticed that she couldn't move her left arm anymore. It
was  firmly  pressed  against  her  submerged body, still touching her hottest
spot. The quicksand rose to her chest and her breathing became harder. She was
completely  absorbed  in  feeling the strong yet tender caress of the sand all
over  her body. This was a sensation she never had experienced so far - and it
was addictive; the deeper she went, the more she desired. Once again she came,
her  body  was  trembling with lust. Eventually she sunk up to her breasts and
there the descending ceased. She was floating. Jennifer enjoyed the feeling of
being  relatively safe but still trapped firmly in the quicksand. She couldn't
move  neither  her legs nor her left arm. The powerful embrace of the sand was
stronger than she had expected. With her eyes closed she let herself go to the
sensation.

When  she  finally  decided  to  pull  herself out she noticed a motion in the
corner  of  her  eye.  A young man was standing there, dressed only in a small
slip.  It  was  Richard.  "I  didn't expect you would really do this," he said
while he approached her. "But still I thought I had better keep an eye on you.
Thus I didn't go to work today but watched you."

"How  long-" she started to ask, panting heavily when she saw him dropping his
slip.

"Since  your departure. And now I see, that you really wanted this. Okay, then
-  if  you  like it, I'll try it, too. Maybe it was just a prejudice of mine."
Step  by  step he came up to his girlfriend until he was just a few feet away.
There  he  started  sinking, but he managed it to reach her. The sand greedily
took this second prey. Richard was surprised by the softness and warmth of the
quicksand.  It  wasn't  that  bad  like  he had imagined. And the rope - still
securely  tied  around  Jennifer's  wrist - gave him the confidence they could
escape  whenever  they  wanted.  For Richard the sinking feeling was indeed no
sexual  turn  on,  but it didn't disgust him either. The feeling of Jennifer's
slick  wet body against his was enough to get him into the right mood. When at
last  they were floating at equal level, they started kissing and their bodies
joined deep down in the mire.

                                   The End