Whispers from Mossy Grove

[Sweet_Lara]

She froze. Her hand still on her breast. A coyote broke the silence, its sharp yipping answered by a flurry of barks. She closed her eyes, willing the sound to stop. Silent once more, she listened, frozen, not able to move. The air was heavy with anticipation of sorts. Coyotes? A stranger at the door? Her thoughts, as usual, went to the bog. She listened. No moaning, no laughter.

Silence, then tap, just a whisper of a sound, from the door. Tap.

Her body heaved. She tiptoed into the living room and looked out the window. A dark figure was at her door, his backside illuminated by twin beams from headlights. She recognized the vehicle. It was her neighbor from across her property, from across the bog, way on the other side. Her neighbor, who she never met but knew about. He was all the talk in town. The ladies loved him.

She turned on the porch light and opened the door.

"Well, hello," her neighbor said, his brown eyes brightening as they rested on her own. "Thanks for answering the door. I was worried for a second that ..."

His words trailed and stopped as his gaze turned downward. She immediately knew. She looked down. Her left nipple, exposed from her open pajama top, greeted her handsome neighbor.

Her face flushed, she pulled her top back center and turned from her visitor.

"Oh, please, no," he spoke, his voice soft. "I'm sorry. Don't be embarrassed, please."

She turned back, still clutching together the gape of her top and offered a half-hearted grin.

He offered his hand.

"I'm Dereck, happy to see ...er, meet you. Sorry, you know what I mean. Um, I live just on the other side of the bog. I was on my way home and heard the coyotes then saw your light turn on and well, I wanted to make sure you're OK. I've been wanting to introduce myself and thought this would be a good time. You know, a knight in shining armor helping a damsel in distress."

She smiled at his ramblings. He was nervous. She was, too. He was handsome -- the typical tall, dark and handsome. He had a cowboy appeal to him, even the drawl. She wondered if he was bowlegged.

"I'm OK, really, " she said. "I am a little freaked out by the coyotes but I'm getting used to all the weird sounds around here. Oh, my name is Laura."

His eyes widened, then narrowed.

"Weird sounds?"

"Ah, yah," she countered. "Moanings and groanings, sometimes laughter, almost like the air breathes it. You don't hear them?"

Before he could speak, a wailing filled the air, lasting, mournful as if seeking for a long lost loved one. Her visitor held his finger up to his lip, hushing any of her attempts to speak. She felt her nipples harden. She watched as his hand dropped and he touched himself, a sensual rub. He looked at her, still rubbing, and she saw a yearning in his dark eyes. Her pussy came alive and she wanted to touch.

The wailing continued, a siren of sorts, so sexual. She was mesmerized, and joined him in his erotic trance.

"C'mon, Laura, come with me. I have something I want to show you."

She didn't hesitate. She closed the door behind and taking his hand, he led her to his car.

Together, drawn to the sound, they headed toward the bog, which began to stir.

Laura continued to hear the mournful call of the siren beckoning them as Dereck drove, one hand on the wheel, the other fondling her breast. Her need for sexual release was strong. She only could think of cumming. Dereck took his one hand from the wheel and fumbled with his fly and released his cock and sprung it loose. He looked at her, his eyes so needy. She reached for his cock and started to rub.

The wail became a high pitched scream. They both were jolted from their trances. They separated from pleasuring each other and covered their ears, escaping the excruciating pain. The scream immediately dissipated, returning back to its mournful call.

"I think she's jealous," Dereck said, slamming his fists against the wheel. "Damn, I think she's jealous."

 

[Sweet_Lara]

"Who's jealous?" Laura asked, pulling her pajama tops together.

She listened. The wail had stopped. The night air was silent except for the trill of frogs heaving their nighttime chorus.

"I just need to show you," Dereck said. "You need to see it, that's all."

Her memory fuzzy, she remembered Dereck touching her breasts and being ok with it. Not just OK, she was turned on. She wanted him in the worst way. And then that horrible ear-piercing scream.

She looked at Dereck, a bit miffed. Did he have a girl? Where was he taking her? She was scared.

"Dereck, please take me home."

He looked at her, his eyes needy.

"I can't," he said, reaching over and touching her cheek. "She knows you're coming and she's desperate to meet you."

Dereck turned onto a dirt path and began making his way through the dense trees toward the bog.

Laura's ears perked. The frogs had stopped. The night air was singing her name.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Her seductress led her by song to the mire.

Laura, smitten by the sultry call of the siren, was aroused, moreso after watching Dereck strip off his clothes, revealing a buff physique and a cock, so hard.

Dereck undressed her at shoreside, kissing her while fingering her pussy. Laura wrapped her leg around his thigh, pressing against his cock. They both moaned, drowning out the sound from the pool of clay that began to churn.

"C'mon, let's get dirtier," he said, taking her hand, leading her into the muddy waters. "This will feel like nothing you've ever felt before."

She happily followed, tiptoeing at first, then relaxed and let her own weight draw her down.
It was then she felt the grip of a hand around her ankle.

She staggered as she tried to follow Dereck, her foot stubbornly stuck in place. He let go of her of hand and scooped up some of the mud and covered his cock with it.

Laura couldn't advance. She felt what seemed like a million hands caressing her ankles and up her legs as she struggled against being swallowed.

"Don't struggle, just let it happen," Dereck urged, watching her. "Enjoy it. Can you feel her teasing you? She wants you in the worst way."

Laura, not able to move, watched as Dereck stood being pleasured, the clay on his dick swirling, manipulating his hard cock like a lover would.

Dereck stood, his face in the shadows of the nearly moonless night, his hands still clenching some of the mud. He let out a thunderous and long groan upon release, arched his back, fanned his fingers outward, mud dripping back into the bog. He stood forever trembling. And then his body heaved and relaxed.

"Laura," he called softly. "Have you felt it? Have you felt her?"

Laura again tried to move toward Dereck but felt bound to the mire, now knee deep.

"I can't move Dereck, " she returned and stopped. The silky mud began swirling wildly at her knees and up her legs, massaging her bare skin with so much precision. The intense dance of fingers reached her thighs. Go higher, she willed it, go higher.

The much alive mud bath kept creeping upward, caressing her flesh, sending charges of pleasure to her warm spot that was beginning to churn itself.

"Oh, yess," she heard herself moan, nearly at orgasm. Warm mud crept closer to her valley and teased her pussy. The soft liquid searched for and invaded every fold, each granule a mini massage.

"Now, now," Laura pleaded with her seducer. "Touch me, now. Touch me, please."

A thin veil of soft mud washed over her clitoris and swirled much like a mini cyclone sending Laura over the edge, crying out in ecstacy as her body experienced a surge of pleasure she had never felt before.

She collapsed in the mud, her breathing rapid, unable to move and unaware as her seductress, now in a frenzied state of jealousy, started to swallow her.

 

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[Sweet_Lara]

Laura began to stir, her senses awakening. She heard Dereck calling to her faintly. She remembered orgasming, her world going all sorts of psychedelic as her pleasure soared to a point she had never experienced.

Oh, geez, she thought, opening her eyes. I'm in a bog. I'm up to my neck in a damn bog after having the best orgasm of my life.

She lifted her arm from under the muddy water and looked at her hand, covered in such silky silt and rubbed her cheek.

She squinted, hoping she would be able to see better in the dim light, and looked for Dereck. She knew she had heard him earlier.

"Dereck?" she called. "Where are you?"

I'm here, she heard. I'm right here.

Laura froze and held her breath.

The voice was not Dereck's. It was familiar, though. She had heard it singing her name before she and Dereck arrived at the bog.

Laura, dear Laura, the singing started. Laura, Laura.

Laura heard the muddy water start to churn around her. It began to massage every pore of her naked skin below its surface. She could feel a host of fingers all over her body, all making their way in one direction, marching like soldiers to her pussy. She felt a tightness around her nipples, a band of coarse sand pinching and pulling her buds, sending pleasure to her sex .

Laura's head fell back into the water as she gave herself fully to the pleasure she was feeling.

The mud took on form and she felt it part her labia, exploring her folds and caressing her clit. She opened her pussy welcoming the tentacles of mud that entered and filled her hole fully, fucking her gently at first, then more urgently. Other fingers circled her clit while water sucked on it. Pleasure was everywhere, senses on top of each other.

Like that of a lover, the mud on her cheek swirled, teased her lips, her neck, behind her ear.

Laura moaned as the mud made love to her, bringing her closer to orgasm with each caress and swirl. Its velvet touch was everywhere, the hands of a thousand lovers, each concentrating on a point of her skin.

Laura, Laura, her seductress moaned, nearly at orgasm. Hearing her name and knowing her seducer was about to cum, Laura felt an incredible surge of pleasure at her clitoris, bringing her to climax. Laura shouted as spasms overtook her body, one after another, her voice rising with each peak.

As she was toppling with climaxes, Laura heard the sweet sounds of her seductress cumming, still moaning her name. The mud stirred in a frenzy, sending wave-like ripples to the shore.

As she settled, Laura lay relaxed, her eyes closed. She didn't want to move. She wanted to sleep.

"Laura, Laura," she heard, the voice desperate. "Where are you? Where are you?"

It was Dereck. She opened her eyes. The sun was rising.

 

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[Sweet_Lara]

The bog was covered by a thick mist as the heat of the sun hit the coolness of the muddy surface. A marsh sparrow flitted about the reeds picking off insects.

Laura followed Dereck's call. He was standing chest deep in mud.

Laura tried stepping toward Dereck but her body didn't budge. Her legs were heavy in the thick mud. She wiggled, the surface waters moving away but she wasn't making any progress.

"Dereck," she called. "I can't move. You need to come over and help me. Let's go home."

Dereck smiled at her. "You put on quite the show last night."

"I guess," she said, feeling a bit embarrassed. He was making his way slowly to her, his arms propelling himself through the thick mud.

"I was a little worried about you, " he grinned. "But now that the sun is up and you're still above board, things will be OK"

"Above board?" Laura asked. "What to you mean by that?"

"Never mind your pretty head, darlin', he said. "Come here."

Reaching her, he cupped her muddied face with his own muddied hand, pressed his lips against hers. His other hand groped under the surface finding her left breast, massaging it and tweaking her nipple. She felt his cock hard against her flesh, enjoying his kiss, his touch.

Her ankle began to burn. She felt a force pulling her, tugging from below. The tension around her ankle was getting tighter and tighter. Whatever had been pleasurable now was painful.

"Dereck," she gasped, pulling away from his kiss. She desperately grabbed onto his shoulders, struggling to remain upright.

"I'm being pulled under," she managed. "Something has me!"

Dereck fought to keep Laura above the surface of the greedy bog. He cradled her body against his, not letting her succumb to the force pulling from below.

"You can't have her," he screamed. "I won't let you. Damn you, not her."

The vise around Laura's ankle kept pulling her. She hung onto Dereck, his stance still and steady. Laura locked into his soft brown eyes, now those of a madman. Who was he yelling at? Had he gone mad?

"Let her go, bitch," he demanded. "You're not getting her. Ever. I will never visit you again if you take her."

The mud churned in violent anger, silky silt spitting upward much like a boiling soup. A loud wail filled the air, then silence.

The grip on Laura's ankle loosened. Her body went limp in Dereck's arms.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Laura and Dereck lay exhausted on the shore, their bodies covered in mud hardened by the sun.

They didn't hear the cheery whistling of a young man meandering the muddy shoreline scouring for nightcrawlers and maybe a little private time for himself.

Luke stopped and blinked hard. And then again. His cock stirred. He stared at the couple. He smiled. They were naked and he could see things.

Mesmerized by the two, Luke took a seat on a rock. The slow steady heave of their chests was the only sign they still had breath. Such fine specimens, Luke thought, especially the girl. He watched as her breasts, such perfect globes, rose with each breath. Her nipples, encased in hard mud, were prominent, prompting his cock to twitch and come alive. Her legs were open and his eyes feasted on her labia, spread just enough for a fantasy. It was the only part of her body where the mud hadn't hardened. Her pussy was pink and ripe. He pulled his cock from his shorts and it began to grow hard in his hand.

The bog was anything but hard, its surface churning and swirling. The seductress was furious. Her prizes had gotten away. She was sex thirsty. Her tentacles frantically searched for anything to grab onto. Anything to devour and punish. Anything to bring her to orgasm. Any wildlife that might venture close to the bog was long gone. Nature understood her fury and stayed away.

She smelled sex, heavy in the air. Its musty scent stimulated her senses. She had found her release and waited for just the right moment.

With lightning speed, she thrust a tentacle out of the water, wrapping it so tightly around Luke as he was grunting and spilling his seed, and pulled him into the muddy waters and under. She was frenzied, her lust heightened as she began to orgasm over and over.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

The bog lady satisfied returned to the surface bent on luring her prized possession back into the water.

She started singing, calling to her precious Laura. Her sweet song heavy in the air.

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Laura woke, hearing the familiar call, seducing her, beckoning her. She looked over at her Dereck, muddied but so handsome and sleeping. The lilt of the song so pleasing and so mesmerizing, Laura rose, touching her breast, starting toward the bog, desiring nothing more but to be back in the mud being pleasured.

Nearing the edge, Laura first saw the hideous strap emerge from the water and gasped as she felt it slap around her ankle, squeezing her flesh tightly, sending searing pain through her body. Laura stumbled and fell. She was being pulled into the muddy waters .

Just as in a nightmare, Laura tried calling for Dereck but nothing came out but a weak raspy whisper no matter how hard she tried. Laura felt every imperfection of the earth's surface as she was dragged. Frozen in terror, so afraid of the monster that waited for her in the deep mud. She was a child again, afraid of the dark and wanted her mommy. She started to cry.

As Laura's body slid into the water, she heard her mother's voice. Laura, don't be afraid. Everything will be fine. Relax. Enjoy your pleasure, dear one.

The seductress was thrilled. Her girl was back. The water was filled with the smell of her sweet sex, her flesh soft and warm from a watery bath that melted the hardened mud. The smooth silt caressed Laura's curves and sucked each of her pleasure points.

The seductress felt Laura relax and respond to her touches. She lustily watched as Laura's nipples hardened. She had calmed her plaything with a familiar voice, assuring all would be well.

The seductress feasted on her play toy, filling her hole with a tentacle, hearing her darling gasp and moan as she expanded her girth. Laura responded as expected, her hips rising rhythmically to meet the thrusts.

This is what your dear Dereck would feel like inside you.

Another tentacle emerged, like a stiff cock, and gently circled and rubbed Laura's clitoris causing her to thrash and call out. Laura's breathing grew rapid and shallow as her seducer brought her higher and higher with each touch.

Cum now, cum for me. Just for me.

Laura, hearing this, relaxed and allowed herself to go over. She climaxed hard, her body shuddering with each spasm. Her calls were loud, drowning out the sounds of the seductress who was cumming over and over as well.

Dereck opened his eyes, wondered what all the commotion was.

The seductress was exhausted. Her precious toy was beyond exhausted. The seductress knew she had better let her charge rest if she wanted to have some more fun.

Leaving Laura at the surface, the seductress sought solitude at the deepest part of the bog and settled in for a rest.

Dereck paced the shore watching Laura's fit of ectasy. How did this happen? How in the hell did she get back in there? He knew what was happening, just as it had in the past. The seductress would sexually ravish her toy, her plaything and then decide she wasn't satisfied and needed something new. The woman would disappear.

"Not this time, dammit," Dereck screamed at the bog, which suddenly had gone still. Laura wasn't reacting, only laying still in the muddy water. There was no churning, no waves, no ripples.

Dereck listened. He could hear birds chirping. He saw a frog, its eyes on him, perched just above the mud line near the bog's edge. She's gone, sleeping, not paying attention. Dereck smiled. Nature knows.

Dereck waded into the mud. It wasn't long before he was at Laura's side, gathering her under one arm and making his way back

As they neared the shore, Laura stirred and opened her eyes. Dereck set her on the ground.

"Dereck," she sighed. "What happened? I feel so tired. I just want to go home. Aren't you starved?"

"Yah, I am, " Dereck said, and began to pick up their discarded clothing. "Let's get outta here. Ya know, we've had all these orgasms and you and I haven't had sex ... yet"

He grinned at her, the mud on his face cracking. He took her hand and led her to the car.

 

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[Sweet_Lara]

Laura opened her eyes and smiled. She was safe in her bed without a hint of mud anywhere. She pulled the white sheet up over her shoulder and turned toward Dereck, who was still sleeping, snoring a bit. She studied his face, his dark features. She looked for mud but was thankful she didn't see anything.

They were exhausted when they got back to her house late yesterday afternoon. They laughed at themselves as they examined their faces and bodies in the mirror, caked mud, some scratches and messy hair. They cleaned each other deliberately in the shower, taking turns to suds each other's skin slowly, washing off the silt.

Dereck washed Laura's full breasts first, swirling over the globes with almond soap, and using his fingers to clear away any grain of sand that might linger on her nipples. As he polished her breasts and played with her buds, Laura tended to his rigid cock. Her lathered hands washed his rod thoroughly, taking extreme care around its cap and ridge.

Dereck reached his hand down and started toying with Laura's pussy, using his fingers to separate the folds and the shower head to flush out sand that seemed to be everywhere. Dereck centered the spray of the shower on her mound, its stream targeting her clitoris.

Laura jumped, her hand leaving Dereck's cock. She looked at him, water dripping from her hair down her face, and grinned. Dereck smiled back and flicked the knob to a narrower stream and watched as she arched her back, presented him her breasts and moaned.

Dereck, his cock stiff, turned off the water much to Laura's vocal dismay. He grabbed a towel and wrapped her, holding her close to his body, as he stood and cuddled her. Sunlight flooded the bathroom.

"We've been through a lot sweetheart," he whispered in her ear, squeezing her a little more tightly. "I'll always protect you, always. It will be me from now on who gives you orgasms."

She reached up toward him and they kissed.

He led her to the bedroom, tucked her into bed and crawled in alongside her. He craddled her from behind, his hard cock pressed into her backside. Exhausted, they were asleep within minutes.

Laura lay in bed, snuggled next to her dear Dereck. It was just a few days ago they were strangers and now they lay naked comfortably together in bed. They hadn't even had sex yet but had explored each other fully, not before having mega orgasms apart from each other.

Laura laughed and willed her mind to go back to the bog, but her memories were so fuzzy. She wasn't sure what was a dream and what wasn't, maybe all of it was.

The mournful sound of a lover lost filled the night air. Dereck stirred in his sleep but Laura froze.

Laura looked over at Dereck. His cock was hard, the sheet over his groin was raised.

The siren's song became louder and sweeter. Laura's nipples hardened. She pulled away the sheet and got out of bed.

Laura stood at the open window, listening to the seductress call her. The song was faint.

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The night air was still. The chorus of frogs was silent, their usual pulsating call stiffled, giving way to the lady of the bog.

Laura looked over at Dereck, sleeping. He had captured her heart in so little time. She stepped toward him, her intention to slip back in bed and touch him until he awakens. Her sex was charged, her desire heightened. She wanted him in the worst way.

The siren's song rushed through the window, filling her with a lustful want. Her attention turned back to the stretch of land beyond, to the bog. She was calling her. Laura, Laura.

Laura rubbed her left beast, tugging her nipple and moaned. She needed her lover. She looked at Dereck.

She walked over to the bed, grabbed her shift and quietly slipped out the door

 

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[Sweet_Lara]

Barefoot and naked under her loose-fitting nightie, Laura walked toward the bog guided by the moonlight and the siren's song. A quick breeze lifted the hemline revealing Laura's shapely buttocks, glowing alabaster under the night's soft light.

Laura reached the edge of the bog, its muddy surface churning with desire, beckoning its visitor into its soothing silt. Laura lifted her arms and pulled her shift from her body. Her body glowed in the moonlight, her sex more inviting than ever, highlighted by a small furry patch. Her nipples and aerolas pink and perfectly placed. The light brightened the auburn highlights in the tousles of her brunette locks.

Laura sat by the bog's edge, dipped her hand into the mud and wiped it on her legs and upward. The silky cover began to swirl, lighting her flesh with fires of pleasure.

Come in darlin. Come all the way in. Let me hold you. I want to make love to you.

Laura heard Dereck's voice from the bog.

Laura felt a hand at her sex, touching her, caressing her, pleasuring her.

She looked down. There was only a patch of sand, swirling around her mound, with finger-like trails teasing her pleasure spots. She reached between her legs, tracing the sandy paths that were taking her higher and higher. She closed her eyes and began rubbing her clitoris, imagining it was Dereck who was taking her to a climax. She would cum and it would be for him, only for him.

The bog churned widely, in a fit of anger. Mud gurgled to the surface, spitting into the air in jealousy.

Laura, climaxing, called out Dereck's name several times.

Laura opened her eyes, her body still trembling from orgasm. She was thinking of Dereck and couldn't wait to get back to him. She loved him.

She gathered her shift and covered her body against the cool draft that had just picked up. She pulled her hair from her face and studied the bog. Its waters were churning on top of each other, bringing up ribbons of sand in constant turmoil. Mud was splashing in chunks on the grassy banks, a few landing at Laura's feet.

My, my, she thought, watching the bog as it raged. You are angry today. You really need to chill.

She smiled, her thoughts turning to Dereck. I want to make love to him, she thought. I need him. I want to be with him forever.

A gush of wind rushed against her, sending her shift into the air and out of her reach. Her hair was swept into her eyes.

She felt a band snap hard around her ankle. She cried out in pain and then screamed. A tentacle had wrapped itself around her flesh and began to pull her toward the frenzied waters of the bog.

Chill, indeed, she heard the voice, this time not of a gentle lover but that of an evil and jealous woman.

Dereck is mine, bitch, the voice continued. You don't stand a chance.

It would only be a few seconds until she would be mired in mud, helpless. There was no sensuality this time, no longing from her seductress, no heightened sexual draw. Only terror, a sense of doom.

Laura placed her hands over her ears, drowning out the evil words she kept hearing. The seductress was laughing at her, mocking her love for Dereck.

Laura felt the mud, its coolness spreading over her body as her captor slowly entombed her with heavy clay.

Laura closed her eyes and began to imagine making love for the first time with her dear Dereck. If she was going to die, she thought, she would go out knowing how it would feel to lay with him.

 

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[Sweet_Lara]

Dereck's hands firmly on her buttocks were guiding Laura's thrusts in a steady rhythmic motion as they made love. A slow, steady love. His sex in hers, a perfect fit. Kissing so deeply, so passionately. They paused and looked into each other's eyes, their souls now connected and forever one.

And then it was gone. Laura's eyes, squinting, focused on whispy clouds as they scurried across a sunny, blue sky. Her mind was clear of any pleasure. She was back on the shore, still covered in mud, but away from the bog.

Moans pierced the silence.

The lady of the bog was succumbing to pleasure, her song filled with the urgency of a woman getting ready to climax. The air was thick with the lustful sound.

Laura wasn't a part of it. She wasn't moved by the siren's song. Her sex wasn't drawn to the sounds. She closed her eyes, willing herself to go back to the scene that was playing out in her head.. She was with Dereck, and he had just filled her with his seed, the feeling so warm and pleasurable. His moanings so soft and urgent.

His moanings. She could hear his moanings.

Dereck's moanings.

No, please, no, Laura thought.

She knew, even before she looked toward the bog. Dereck was in the muddy water, his face giving away his near climax. His moanings so soft and urgent. Her song just as urgent. They were cumming together.

Dereck opened his eyes, fixed them on Laura's, and said a name other than hers as he climaxed. Laura heard her, the bog siren, moaning Dereck's name as they joined in heightened joy.

The mud bubbled wildly as Dereck's lover continued to massage and pleasure his body with silt. Dereck turned his eyes from Laura's, closed them and gave way to the siren as she manipulated his sex over and over.

Laura couldn't watch. She looked away, forcing herself to rise and walk into the water. She quietly slipped into the mud, wading away from Dereck and his lover.

Dereck opened his eyes just in time to see the last of Laura's auburn hair disappear under the surface.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

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The bog, its surface lit and steamy from the heated rays of the rising sun, begins to bubble in anticipation.

A stone's throw away, her pussy stirs, the result of his lips kissing her breast, his tongue taking aim on her pink erect nipple.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

She stared at the man who made her the happiest. He was sleeping, lulled by the warmth of the sun on a hot summer day. With her eyes she traced his strong jaw, stopping to look at the crescent-shaped scar on his chin. She smiled, remembering his story of a fall off a skateboard while trying to impress a girl.

His dark hair, curled and touseled, lay sweating against his temples. His brown eyes, when awake, could look deep into her soul and give her shivers. His mouth turned up naturally into a slight smirk and his lips were full and so talented. He was a horn player. His lips and tongue were magic and they were all hers.

Francie desperately wanted to touch him, awaken him and mess around. She unbuttoned her blouse. She, too, was warm but a little excited. As she lifted her blouse over her head, she heard it again.

That sound, a musical hum. She turned and looked behind her, her nipples instantly sending pleasure signals to her sex. She stood, covered each breast with a hand and looked for the music maker. Nothing, not even a sound from nature.

The musical notes began again and were louder, more distinct but sensual. Francie lowered her hands and her nipples hardened as the music serenaded her.

Francie stared at the bog, its sand stirring in circles, churning and bringing darker silt to the top. She was desperate for it, mesmerized by it.

Francie's lover had told her stories about the bog. A place where lovers were said to visit and not return. Her lover's grandfather had warned his family never to go near the bog. He said it was too dangerous and not a place good folks go near.

Grandpa was a little crazy, Johnny often told her, dismissing his grandfather's warning. He brought her to the bog often and they made love in their special spot between the fallen trees.

Crazy? Maybe not, Francie thought as the bog sang to her, almost encouraging her to wade into the sand.

Francie slipped off her jeans, and looked downward at the swell of her belly, rounded from the early months of pregnancy. Her breasts were heavier than normal, more sensitive as they prepared for milk.

She dipped her toe into the moving sand.

She watched, unafraid as a woman, her features wavy and psychedelic, appeared and floated above the sand. She was most beautiful. She smiled warmly at Francie.

Hello, dear young one, her voice so soft. Call me Laura.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Francie was smitten. She was drawn to this beautiful woman whose image would fade, then reappear.

"Don't leave," Francie pleaded. "Please stay."

Laura was beautiful. Her auburn mane was full and curled around her shoulders. Her eyes, a blue/gray, were intense yet warm. Her mouth was inviting, so kind her smile, so full of love. Her alabaster skin soft and creamy, blemish free.

Her breasts were just as creamy, full and youthful, her nipples a rosy pink. Francie trailed down over the woman's belly to her sex, covered from sight by a small tuft on her mound.

Francie's gaze lifted back to the woman's belly. It was extended much like her own. The seed growing inside of Francie's belly twitched. Laura was pregnant.

My gentle girl, Laura spoke. You see, I am much like you.

Laura floated closer to the bog's edge and reached out her hand. Francie's eyes met hers, so kind yet so sad. Francie's sex stirred. She began touching her most private place, circling her clitoris with her finger, her pleasure instant.

Laura watching, smiled and started touching herself. Her song turned to moans as the sands of the pit began to swirl.

The two women were lost in each other's eyes as their pleasure heightened to levels most pleasurable. Together, they climaxed, their moans and gasps urgent and in unison.

Then they were silent.

Francie stepped forward to take the hand that was inviting her into the sand pit.

The silt was still swirling, softly singing Francie's name.

Laura, her beautiful vision, was fading before Francie could grasp her outstretched hand.

"Don't go," Francie cried, lunging forward, still holding out her hand. "Come back!"

Francie sighed, her beautiful Laura was gone. She cast her eyes down, the bog was still again.

 

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[Sweet_Lara]

A slight wind burst began to dance back and forth over her breasts, once again igniting the passion between her thighs.

Francie shivered and stepped back from the bog and into the strong arms of Johnny. Francie, startled, jumped but was calmed when Johnny began playing her favorite Zeppelin song on her neck. His quick licks and gentle blows sent rhythmic waves of pleasure pulsating to her sex. Francie moaned.

Johnny wrapped his arms around her hips, his hands finding her privates. She pushed her body back into his, feeling his sex hard against the curve of her backside. She lifted her leg and wrapped it back around his, opening her sex more for his hand to find what it was seeking. He rubbed her clitoris while another finger slipped into her hole.

"Yes, oh, yes," Francie moaned. She arched her back, stood on her toes as Johnny tended to her sex, her pleasure incredibly heightened by her pregnancy. Her moanings grew urgent with each circle, each rub and with each blow into her neck. She cried out in climax, releasing a gush of sweetness onto Johnny's fingers. She half collapsed into his arms, exhausted from her orgasm.

Johnny turned her around, kissed her full lips passionately and then lowered his mouth onto her swollen breasts, taking turns with each, eagerly sucking her nipples. Francie, composed again, stood wrapped in his arms, her contentedness evident on her face.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Francie and Johnny sat on the bank overlooking the bog, holding hands, her head on his shoulder.

The afternoon was waning, birds were seeking the shore for a quick drink now that the sun's scorching grip on the earth was easing. A few turtles, sunning their shells, lined the exposed trunk of a fallen tree.

Francie pointed to a squirrel temporarily mired in the mud and let out a sigh when it managed to escape.

"That's what happens when you get too far in," Johnny said, breaking a long silence between them. "Gramps told of people doing their thing in the mud and getting caught up in it after they had, well, how did he put it? Oh, yah, going at it alone, letting off steam."

Johnny looked at Francie and touched her exposed breast. "You know, solo sex," he continued, his fingers toying with her nipple. "He never really said it but we all know that's what he meant."

"They would masturbate in the bog?" Francie asked, looking out onto the surface recalling beautiful Laura and the orgasms they had together. "I masturbated with a woman here," Francie blurted, looking at Johnny, his eyebrows raising.

She told Johnny about Laura, how she appeared over the bog and how she made Francie want to touch herself. "We came together, we really did. I wasn't imagining it, I felt it."

Johnny studied her as she told him every detail of Laura and what happened. His furrowed brow was intense at times. His eyes widened when Francie mentioned the name Laura.

"Laura?" Johnny asked, taking his hand off Francie, looking toward the bog. "Laura?"

Francie nodded, and looked longingly at the water, watching as its mud began to stir.

"Gramps talked about a Laura, said she was his one true love. Said the bog lady got her. Tricked him and got her. He would cry when he talked about her."

Johnny stood up.

"Francie, do you think ...?

Before he could finish, they both heard the song and the muddy waters churning.

They both watched as beautiful Laura appeared, the vision crystal clear. She was looking at Johnny most intently while her hands cradled her pregnant belly.

Johnny and Francie stood on the shore watching Laura's vision fade in and out. Her supple lips were still yet her song carried on the air. Her gaze was fixated on Johnny.

Laura looked downward at her belly, and then at Francie. She began to speak.

I am carrying the seed of my Dereck, the grandfather of your lover, her voice calm. He planted the seed two generations ago. I will carry it forever. You, my dear, have the seed of his grandson in your belly. You will one day hold your baby. I can never hold mine because I walked into the water.

A wave of incredible sadness washed over Francie. She looked at Johnny, who was staring intensely at Laura, overcome by her beauty. This was the Laura who captured his grandfather's heart. This was the Laura who made his gramps cry every time he would talk about her.

Laura met Johnny's gaze, his eyes dark and steely, just like his grandfather's. His physique much the same as her Dereck's. This indeed was his grandson.

She recalled that bog of long ago. The time she and Dereck were unified by the churning silt of the bog. She remembered the overwhelming orgasms she had as tiny particles of sand carressed her clitoris and swollen lips. The tentacles that filled her bringing her intense pleasure that almost was unbearable. Her Dereck had his own ectasy with hands of mud stroking his cock causing him to shudder and spill his seed over and over again.

Laura began to sing for her Dereck.

Still watching Johnny, she recalled the shower she took with Dereck after their time in the bog. They took their time slowly exploring each other's most intimate parts. It was intense, sexual.

Laura's song so enchanting and sweet.

She was desparate for her Dereck. Her body ached for him. Her nipples hardened. Her pussy yearned for his touch.

Tears welled up in her eyes as her longing was nearly too much to bear.

"Laura, Laura, " Johnny cried out.

She focused, her vision clearer. The couple was looking at her, mesmerized. Johnny stood watching her, his hand holding his rigid cock, sprung from his jeans. He was stroking. Francie, at his side, had her fingers in her panties circling her clit, her other hand rubbing Johnny's inner thigh.

Laura, longing for her Dereck, began rubbing her clitoris, the pleasure quickened by her memories. Soon her cries joined their moans as they began to cum together.

 

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[Sweet_Lara]

The marshy pond had been silent for some time as the sands slumbered under heavy fogs of early morning chills.

The forest near was full of activity as springtime called the sleepyheads to stir and make babies. The brown leaf litter, decomposing under the blanket of winter, gave way to brilliant greens of new life sprouting. The forest was alive again, the heavens celebrating with dances of sunshine on the awakening.

The pond surface shimmered like a party dress in the sunlight, light diamonds flickering off granules of suspended sand.

A rabbit, nibbling a young mayapple at the forest edge, suddenly raises its head, so still, ears twitch. A flock of juncos, not yet on their northern journey, take flight, white tails flashing.

The pond begins to churn, a slow roll at first and then ripples of heavy muddy water make their way to the pond's edge. All sounds cease except for those of the pond.

A siren's call begins, slow and sultry. Calling no one yet everyone.


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[Sweet_Lara]

Francie, her belly heavy, lifts her face toward the sun and feels the desired heat. She stands still, her eyes closed shielded from the intense rays. She smiles, her lips plump but soon disturbed by her tongue that outlines them, moistening their dryness just for a moment.

She sighs and turns her face from the light and looks out onto the land, the property she so loves, the place she is drawn to. The morning is alive with chatter. Leaves rustling from a slight breeze, a twig breaking as a critter explores, birds singing and a frog or two calling a mate.

Francie smiles, shifts her face toward the sun, closes her eyes.

The breeze turns gusty, lifts her shift from her backside revealing flesh untethered by panties. Fingers of wind sweep over her privates, hesitating briefly on her button, igniting her fire, and up over her swollen belly and to her breasts. Fingers twist her nipples causing Francie to gasp. Fingers pull her nipples, sending pleasure to her sex. Francie moans.

Another gust lifts Francie's covering from her and sends it away. Francie left bare, her breasts heavy from pregnancy, so sensitive to touch. Her sex yearning for touch, she places her hand on her furry mound, holding it to comfort the ache.

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Francie hears the call, the sultry sweet call from the bog, beckoning her. She knows the call well. She craves the call. The fingers lessen their grip on her nipples and she feels the gentle wash of a hand across her cheek, fingers stopping at her lips. Francie kisses the fingers, pulls them in her mouth and suckles them.

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The siren calls, this time more urgently. Francie drawn, walks toward the sound, her sex heightened and aching.