Durango24
07-08-2008, 12:03 AM
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But first: Hey, everyone! I'm back with my newest story for your viewing pleasure. Please leave comments and let me know what you think. Much appreciated. Enjoy. :)
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They had battered them. Destroyed their team and tarnished their reputation at the opening game and, even better, on their own campus. After the game, the students of Ridgemont University who had participated in the victory headed back to the dorms to get drunk, get laid, and have a great Friday night. While most of those students were riding or walking home, this was not the case Sophomore Claire Effron. The 5'6, 19 year old, dark haired soccer player had noticed a large patch of woods along the way and had heard stories of the various trails that students occasionally took through them to get between Ridgemont and Chesterfield, which was the team that they'd defeated. Being the athletic, daring girl that she was, and with her teams outstanding victory fueling her, she decided to venture through the woods on that late August night and find her way back to the campus.
With her uniform still on and only a basic idea of the direction she was headed, Claire pressed forward on to one of the few trails that led into the woods from the playing field. As she continued on, though, the trails became more narrow. Bushes and shrubs began to poke at her from the sides. She felt as though she was losing her sense of direction. And, to make it all worse, the sun would be out of the sky soon, depraving her of the valuable light she would rely on to get out of the woods.
Claire stopped in her tracks and looked around. This didn't seem like the greatest idea anymore. She decided to turn back when suddenly, she heard a familiar voice calling out in the distance.
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He was cruising through the air. Flying. Wind blowing against his face and over his buzzed, dark hair. The moment, as good as it way, only lasted a mere two seconds. Those two seconds... as he'd find out, we're as good as things were ever going to get for him again.
Dave Winters was going to be graduating this year with a degree in Engineering. Over the several years he spent earning that degree, he'd gained a strong reputation as being one of the guys able to pull off being both a hard-working student and a hardcore partier. Because of this, he was both respected by the guys and admired by the ladies for being such a stable, charismatic guy.
Only one person ever came close to destroying his reputation. They'd dated for three months. In the beginning, Dave's charm stunned her. He brought her flowers. Payed for her movies and dinner. He held her close throughout the first two cold winter months of their relationship. But when January came, Dave became bored of her because, basically, she wasn't "putting out", as she had told his buddies. Kissing was as far as she'd let things go. Since she wouldn't have sex with him, he tried to settle with oral sex ... but she wanted it in return and Dave had a "thing" about going down on girls. It just never seemed appealing to him.
Through their differences, though, she had fallen in love with him. She wanted to cling to those first two months and have that nurturing, loving man in her life for as long as she could. But, as the days went on, she couldn't help but feel more and more disconnected from him, and the man he had been back then. Their vibrant and full conversations were plain and dull. He didn't even want to hold her in public anymore. She tried to talk to him. Tried to find out what was wrong in an effort to make it better. But he lost interest in working it out. If she wouldn't give him what he wanted willingly, he had decided, he would take it by force.
They'd just seen a movie and were on their way home when it happened. Still in town, about ten miles from campus, Dave turned down a road she didn't recognize. Then another. Finally, they were in a dark lot behind an abandoned garage. Dave flipped a switch and locked all the doors in the car, activating the child-control mechanism so it could only be opened from his side. She tried to fend him off as he threw himself on top of her and began to hump her through her dress, but he was too strong. He forced her hands behind the seat and slipped shackles over her wrists, locking her hands there. That night, he forced himself into her. He stole her virginity. And when it was all over, he kicked her out of his car and drove off. She was left on the pavement, sobbing and left with a long journey back to her campus.
The incident almost tore Daves reputation apart. But his family was anything but poor. When she filed charges against him, the legal battle lasted just under a year. He'd paid off the right people. Was told to say the right things. Dressed the right way. And, because of this, the charges were dropped and he was found not guilty.
After the trial, they saw eachother one last time. He winked at her. Had there not been police in the court, she'd have grabbed something and attacked him. She might've even gone as far as to kill him. Yet she didn't. She let it go. All of her anger. Her rage. Her heartbreak. It all swirled into a dormant volcano, waiting for the opportunity to erupt if and when the right opportunity was ever presented.
But this was all ancient history to him. He was flying. Soaring like a bird. Gloved hands gripping the handle bars. But it wasn't going as he planned. The natural dirt mount he had decided to ride up was rough and, as he was in his moment of glory, he felt a slight twitch in the front of the bike which, at the last second, caused his disasterous impact with the ground. At the moment of collision, he flipped forward off the handles and tore through a thick brush of prickers before landing flat down in a big puddle of mud. For a few minutes, he just lay there. But he knew he had to get up. He pushed himself, ignoring the pain seering down his spine, and when he found himself almost standing, felt something tug on his foot. He balanced himself and turned back, noticing that his foot was literally caught in a small, unique part of the mud puddle he had fallen into. The more he tried to pull, the further and harder the grip tightened, tugging him down a few inches for every bit he struggled. Frantic, he tried desperately to free his foot as the small puddle began to tug him down. He lost his balance and, before it was too late, found his other foot getting submerged in the bubbling goo of mud and water.
When he finally exausted himself, he was up to his mid-chest in the quicksand. His arms stuck at his sides. The suction had finally stopped, but now he had a problem. He couldn't use his arms. Couldn't get to his cellphone. Couldn't do a goddamn thing except cry for help. And, he'd told nobody he was coming here. Friday nights weren't party nights for Dave. He spent those nights alone, doing what he wanted.
When all hope was lost, he heard rustling. Someone was here.
"Help!" he cried out, his voice filled with desperation.
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"I'm coming!" she cried out. "Where are you? Keep talking!"
"I'm over here!" He replied, trying to guide her with his voice.
She ran towards it as he kept shouting out, guiding her. But her enthusiasm turned frigid when she saw the bike. She recognized it and stopped, dead in her tracks. Not more than a few feet away, she saw him. Dave. Up to his chest in a small puddle of quicksand, which was connected to a larger puddle of regular mud. At first, she thought it was a trick. But when she saw the raw desperation in his eyes, and the fear as he saw who had been in the woods this night to rescue him, she knew what had happened here wasn't some elaborate setup. No. This was an opportunity... and she intended to take advantage of it completely.
"Well, well... " She said, grinning. He was completely at her mercy and she knew it. As she walked towards him, he growled under his breath.
"Look at this. Isn't life ironic, Dave?" She said, lifting her foot up and putting it on top of his head, resting her hand on her smooth, exposed thigh. "Here you are, helpless, in the middle of the woods, with no one to help you but me."
"Fuck you, cunt! Help me!" He said, snarling at her.
Her grin turned to a slight frown as she kept her eyes focused on him. "Beg me."
"Screw you!" He yelled, his voice cracking with apparent fear.
In response, she applied pressure on her foot and began to push him further down. He felt the mud below him starting to buckle and felt himself being lowered.
"No, no! Cut it out!" He cried, his eyes being met with cold, resentful eyes of the girl he had so willingly taken advantage of. She stared him down and continued to slowly add weight to her foot, continuing to push him down.
"Fuck! Claire, please! Please, I'm sorry! Don't do this! God, I'm sorry! Claire!"
With only his neck and head exposed in the sand, he felt her foot let up pressure and land next to the other one. Looking up at her, she now seemed gigantic as she towered over him, eyes locked mercilessly on him. Waves of black hair sprawled down her shoulders, tinted with waves of crimson. The shorts from the victorious game still on, stopping at her upper thighs.
She knelt down next to him and grabbed his ear, nearly twisting it off as she eased herself down to a sitting position with her legs spread around his terrified face. Staring up at her from between them, he met her eyes once again as he realized what she was doing.
"C-claire.. No.. " He cried, trying to protest. "Please don't -- " She grabbed his ear roughly and slapped him hard across the face with her free hand.
"Don't talk, idiot."
She rose up off the ground just a bit and then, without delay, let her weight fall on his face. She was careful to keep her legs spread to avoid the sand while still keeping a tight hold on him by his ears, now with both hands. Up and down she began to grind herself, smearing her sex against his nose and mouth through the thin fabric of her shorts.
"Fuck, yeah... " She said, letting go of one of his ears and rubbing it over her breast through her shirt, continuing to gyrate her hips against his face.
No cries of protest came. He didn't dare. He was sinking and he wanted to do anything but piss her off.
"Yea', how's it feel, huh? You thought.. that you'd get away with FUCKING me.. taking my virginity.. then leaving me like that.. well now look.. at you.. up to your neck .. with your head between my legs... sniffing the pussy you abused... how's it smell, Dave? .. you said you hated giving oral but.. mm, fuck.. you sure are quiet down there.. you must love the smell of my pussy after a hard game of soccer.. You must love it so much that maybe you want these shorts off.. yeah?" ...
As she taunted him, she continued smearing her smell all over him with each grind. Forcing his nose against her clit. Moaning softly. Rubbing her breast. Loving every minute of his agony.
"Please... " he muffled up, afraid to say anything else.
"Aww... " she said, catching her breath and stopping, leaving his nose less than an inch from the fabric of her shorts. "I like it when you beg me.. " Barely lifting herself off him, she raised up and tugged her shorts and panties down her legs, letting them fall next to her before dropping her trimmed, wet pussy down on him.
"Kiss it." She said, grabbing his ear again. "For all the pain you caused, it's the least you could do. Nice and gentle."
His face was trembling as he leaned forward and softly pressed his lips against her folds, planting a tender kiss. Before he could pull back, she clamped his head between her thighs and secured one hand on the back of his head.
"Put your tongue out."
He slid his tongue out fully and she took immediate advantage of it, driving her soaked pussy up and down against it harshly. As she moved up and down against him, she felt the sand below trying to take him down. Her grip on his head tightened. She wasn't ready to lose him. For her, it was amazing. Having him subdued. Helplessly forced against her cunt. Nobody around to help. He was all hers.
But for him, the experience was hell. Her juices smeared against his nostrils and face, soaking him with her scent. And getting air was nearly impossible as he struggled to keep up with the quick movements of her pussy as she slammed it into his mouth, tonge-fucking him with no remorse. The sand pulling below him didn't help. She forced him up. It forced him down. He felt as though he was going to tear apart. But, at the height of his pain and misery, things only got worse. She suddenly screamed out, putting both hands on the back of his head and forcing him against her instinctively, throwing her head back as she humped his face and smeared her climax against it.
"FUCK! Oh, God! Yeah!" she screamed, humping his tongue and keeping her roughly against him.
When her orgasm finally ended, she softly let go of his head and tugged her shirt off. She leaned back on one hand, digging her palms into the dirt. With the other, she reached back and unclipped her bra, letting it fall off her saturated chest. She moved her hand up and over her warm, pillowy breast and applied pressure with her palm against her erect nipple.
As she recovered, she didn't even realize that her weight was pushing him down. His tongue had slipped out of her cunt after she came and became filled with the sand, his nose now forced to take her scent in fully for air. He tried to cry for help, but it came out in a low, almost inaudible, muffled whimper.
After a minute or so, she spread her thighs apart and noticed that his nose was against her, the rest of him submerged.
"Well.. " she said, looking at him as she continued to fondle her nipple casually. "I think it's time we say goodbye, Dave."
His eyes widened and his fear only turned her on more, causing her to shiver.
"Mm... you look so scared. But this is what you wanted, isn't it? You wanted my pussy, Dave.. and you got it.. you're gonna die with my smell.. all over your face.. when you're suffocating, you'll have my pussy on your mind.. isn't that hot? you're going to have something to remember me by.. forever.. " She said.
He cried out muffled protests, but she didn't hear them. She didn't care to. She let his nose continue to rest against her folds as she continued to talk.
"And when I leave here.. I'm gonna go on like nothing ever happened.. and here you'll stay.. in this little patch of quicksand.. with my wonderful pussy smeared all over you.."
She inched forward, smearing herself on his nose again and slowly driving him down the rest of the way. Flexible, and double-jointed, she had no trouble coming to a full squat over his upturned face as the sand began to overtake him, being careful not to let herself touch it.
When he was down most of the way, she squatted down over the sand as it slowly began to cover his nose. His eyes were the last to be consumed, staring up at her from below. She stared back down at him, the pussy that he had raped exposed right over him, inches away, as she crouched.
As the last bit of sand came to cover him, she smiled at him and waved. Then, as it came to cover him completely, she winked.
Claire got dressed and waited patiently by the puddle for about an hour to make sure he was definitely gone. When she was sure of it, she made her way back to campus.
She went on with her life and was never bothered by what she did. Claire graduated a few years later and obtained her degree. Less than two years later, she was running her own business, which focused on helping aspiring athletes aquire the skills they'd need.That same year, she got married to a man who took care of her three times better than David ever could.
The morning after she and her husband had amazing sex on their honeymoon, Claire had heard on the television that the body of David Winters was discovered. As she watched, laying in bed with her new husband next to her, a smirk spread across her lips as the news anchor casually reported that the death was ruled by officials as an accident.
Now, she knew, that nobody but her would ever know that his death was anything but an accident. The concept that she had killed him like that and, even better, got away with it, started to make her hot. Claire laid back down and wrapped herself around her sleeping husband, a content smile on her face as she relished what she had done.
But first: Hey, everyone! I'm back with my newest story for your viewing pleasure. Please leave comments and let me know what you think. Much appreciated. Enjoy. :)
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They had battered them. Destroyed their team and tarnished their reputation at the opening game and, even better, on their own campus. After the game, the students of Ridgemont University who had participated in the victory headed back to the dorms to get drunk, get laid, and have a great Friday night. While most of those students were riding or walking home, this was not the case Sophomore Claire Effron. The 5'6, 19 year old, dark haired soccer player had noticed a large patch of woods along the way and had heard stories of the various trails that students occasionally took through them to get between Ridgemont and Chesterfield, which was the team that they'd defeated. Being the athletic, daring girl that she was, and with her teams outstanding victory fueling her, she decided to venture through the woods on that late August night and find her way back to the campus.
With her uniform still on and only a basic idea of the direction she was headed, Claire pressed forward on to one of the few trails that led into the woods from the playing field. As she continued on, though, the trails became more narrow. Bushes and shrubs began to poke at her from the sides. She felt as though she was losing her sense of direction. And, to make it all worse, the sun would be out of the sky soon, depraving her of the valuable light she would rely on to get out of the woods.
Claire stopped in her tracks and looked around. This didn't seem like the greatest idea anymore. She decided to turn back when suddenly, she heard a familiar voice calling out in the distance.
---
He was cruising through the air. Flying. Wind blowing against his face and over his buzzed, dark hair. The moment, as good as it way, only lasted a mere two seconds. Those two seconds... as he'd find out, we're as good as things were ever going to get for him again.
Dave Winters was going to be graduating this year with a degree in Engineering. Over the several years he spent earning that degree, he'd gained a strong reputation as being one of the guys able to pull off being both a hard-working student and a hardcore partier. Because of this, he was both respected by the guys and admired by the ladies for being such a stable, charismatic guy.
Only one person ever came close to destroying his reputation. They'd dated for three months. In the beginning, Dave's charm stunned her. He brought her flowers. Payed for her movies and dinner. He held her close throughout the first two cold winter months of their relationship. But when January came, Dave became bored of her because, basically, she wasn't "putting out", as she had told his buddies. Kissing was as far as she'd let things go. Since she wouldn't have sex with him, he tried to settle with oral sex ... but she wanted it in return and Dave had a "thing" about going down on girls. It just never seemed appealing to him.
Through their differences, though, she had fallen in love with him. She wanted to cling to those first two months and have that nurturing, loving man in her life for as long as she could. But, as the days went on, she couldn't help but feel more and more disconnected from him, and the man he had been back then. Their vibrant and full conversations were plain and dull. He didn't even want to hold her in public anymore. She tried to talk to him. Tried to find out what was wrong in an effort to make it better. But he lost interest in working it out. If she wouldn't give him what he wanted willingly, he had decided, he would take it by force.
They'd just seen a movie and were on their way home when it happened. Still in town, about ten miles from campus, Dave turned down a road she didn't recognize. Then another. Finally, they were in a dark lot behind an abandoned garage. Dave flipped a switch and locked all the doors in the car, activating the child-control mechanism so it could only be opened from his side. She tried to fend him off as he threw himself on top of her and began to hump her through her dress, but he was too strong. He forced her hands behind the seat and slipped shackles over her wrists, locking her hands there. That night, he forced himself into her. He stole her virginity. And when it was all over, he kicked her out of his car and drove off. She was left on the pavement, sobbing and left with a long journey back to her campus.
The incident almost tore Daves reputation apart. But his family was anything but poor. When she filed charges against him, the legal battle lasted just under a year. He'd paid off the right people. Was told to say the right things. Dressed the right way. And, because of this, the charges were dropped and he was found not guilty.
After the trial, they saw eachother one last time. He winked at her. Had there not been police in the court, she'd have grabbed something and attacked him. She might've even gone as far as to kill him. Yet she didn't. She let it go. All of her anger. Her rage. Her heartbreak. It all swirled into a dormant volcano, waiting for the opportunity to erupt if and when the right opportunity was ever presented.
But this was all ancient history to him. He was flying. Soaring like a bird. Gloved hands gripping the handle bars. But it wasn't going as he planned. The natural dirt mount he had decided to ride up was rough and, as he was in his moment of glory, he felt a slight twitch in the front of the bike which, at the last second, caused his disasterous impact with the ground. At the moment of collision, he flipped forward off the handles and tore through a thick brush of prickers before landing flat down in a big puddle of mud. For a few minutes, he just lay there. But he knew he had to get up. He pushed himself, ignoring the pain seering down his spine, and when he found himself almost standing, felt something tug on his foot. He balanced himself and turned back, noticing that his foot was literally caught in a small, unique part of the mud puddle he had fallen into. The more he tried to pull, the further and harder the grip tightened, tugging him down a few inches for every bit he struggled. Frantic, he tried desperately to free his foot as the small puddle began to tug him down. He lost his balance and, before it was too late, found his other foot getting submerged in the bubbling goo of mud and water.
When he finally exausted himself, he was up to his mid-chest in the quicksand. His arms stuck at his sides. The suction had finally stopped, but now he had a problem. He couldn't use his arms. Couldn't get to his cellphone. Couldn't do a goddamn thing except cry for help. And, he'd told nobody he was coming here. Friday nights weren't party nights for Dave. He spent those nights alone, doing what he wanted.
When all hope was lost, he heard rustling. Someone was here.
"Help!" he cried out, his voice filled with desperation.
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"I'm coming!" she cried out. "Where are you? Keep talking!"
"I'm over here!" He replied, trying to guide her with his voice.
She ran towards it as he kept shouting out, guiding her. But her enthusiasm turned frigid when she saw the bike. She recognized it and stopped, dead in her tracks. Not more than a few feet away, she saw him. Dave. Up to his chest in a small puddle of quicksand, which was connected to a larger puddle of regular mud. At first, she thought it was a trick. But when she saw the raw desperation in his eyes, and the fear as he saw who had been in the woods this night to rescue him, she knew what had happened here wasn't some elaborate setup. No. This was an opportunity... and she intended to take advantage of it completely.
"Well, well... " She said, grinning. He was completely at her mercy and she knew it. As she walked towards him, he growled under his breath.
"Look at this. Isn't life ironic, Dave?" She said, lifting her foot up and putting it on top of his head, resting her hand on her smooth, exposed thigh. "Here you are, helpless, in the middle of the woods, with no one to help you but me."
"Fuck you, cunt! Help me!" He said, snarling at her.
Her grin turned to a slight frown as she kept her eyes focused on him. "Beg me."
"Screw you!" He yelled, his voice cracking with apparent fear.
In response, she applied pressure on her foot and began to push him further down. He felt the mud below him starting to buckle and felt himself being lowered.
"No, no! Cut it out!" He cried, his eyes being met with cold, resentful eyes of the girl he had so willingly taken advantage of. She stared him down and continued to slowly add weight to her foot, continuing to push him down.
"Fuck! Claire, please! Please, I'm sorry! Don't do this! God, I'm sorry! Claire!"
With only his neck and head exposed in the sand, he felt her foot let up pressure and land next to the other one. Looking up at her, she now seemed gigantic as she towered over him, eyes locked mercilessly on him. Waves of black hair sprawled down her shoulders, tinted with waves of crimson. The shorts from the victorious game still on, stopping at her upper thighs.
She knelt down next to him and grabbed his ear, nearly twisting it off as she eased herself down to a sitting position with her legs spread around his terrified face. Staring up at her from between them, he met her eyes once again as he realized what she was doing.
"C-claire.. No.. " He cried, trying to protest. "Please don't -- " She grabbed his ear roughly and slapped him hard across the face with her free hand.
"Don't talk, idiot."
She rose up off the ground just a bit and then, without delay, let her weight fall on his face. She was careful to keep her legs spread to avoid the sand while still keeping a tight hold on him by his ears, now with both hands. Up and down she began to grind herself, smearing her sex against his nose and mouth through the thin fabric of her shorts.
"Fuck, yeah... " She said, letting go of one of his ears and rubbing it over her breast through her shirt, continuing to gyrate her hips against his face.
No cries of protest came. He didn't dare. He was sinking and he wanted to do anything but piss her off.
"Yea', how's it feel, huh? You thought.. that you'd get away with FUCKING me.. taking my virginity.. then leaving me like that.. well now look.. at you.. up to your neck .. with your head between my legs... sniffing the pussy you abused... how's it smell, Dave? .. you said you hated giving oral but.. mm, fuck.. you sure are quiet down there.. you must love the smell of my pussy after a hard game of soccer.. You must love it so much that maybe you want these shorts off.. yeah?" ...
As she taunted him, she continued smearing her smell all over him with each grind. Forcing his nose against her clit. Moaning softly. Rubbing her breast. Loving every minute of his agony.
"Please... " he muffled up, afraid to say anything else.
"Aww... " she said, catching her breath and stopping, leaving his nose less than an inch from the fabric of her shorts. "I like it when you beg me.. " Barely lifting herself off him, she raised up and tugged her shorts and panties down her legs, letting them fall next to her before dropping her trimmed, wet pussy down on him.
"Kiss it." She said, grabbing his ear again. "For all the pain you caused, it's the least you could do. Nice and gentle."
His face was trembling as he leaned forward and softly pressed his lips against her folds, planting a tender kiss. Before he could pull back, she clamped his head between her thighs and secured one hand on the back of his head.
"Put your tongue out."
He slid his tongue out fully and she took immediate advantage of it, driving her soaked pussy up and down against it harshly. As she moved up and down against him, she felt the sand below trying to take him down. Her grip on his head tightened. She wasn't ready to lose him. For her, it was amazing. Having him subdued. Helplessly forced against her cunt. Nobody around to help. He was all hers.
But for him, the experience was hell. Her juices smeared against his nostrils and face, soaking him with her scent. And getting air was nearly impossible as he struggled to keep up with the quick movements of her pussy as she slammed it into his mouth, tonge-fucking him with no remorse. The sand pulling below him didn't help. She forced him up. It forced him down. He felt as though he was going to tear apart. But, at the height of his pain and misery, things only got worse. She suddenly screamed out, putting both hands on the back of his head and forcing him against her instinctively, throwing her head back as she humped his face and smeared her climax against it.
"FUCK! Oh, God! Yeah!" she screamed, humping his tongue and keeping her roughly against him.
When her orgasm finally ended, she softly let go of his head and tugged her shirt off. She leaned back on one hand, digging her palms into the dirt. With the other, she reached back and unclipped her bra, letting it fall off her saturated chest. She moved her hand up and over her warm, pillowy breast and applied pressure with her palm against her erect nipple.
As she recovered, she didn't even realize that her weight was pushing him down. His tongue had slipped out of her cunt after she came and became filled with the sand, his nose now forced to take her scent in fully for air. He tried to cry for help, but it came out in a low, almost inaudible, muffled whimper.
After a minute or so, she spread her thighs apart and noticed that his nose was against her, the rest of him submerged.
"Well.. " she said, looking at him as she continued to fondle her nipple casually. "I think it's time we say goodbye, Dave."
His eyes widened and his fear only turned her on more, causing her to shiver.
"Mm... you look so scared. But this is what you wanted, isn't it? You wanted my pussy, Dave.. and you got it.. you're gonna die with my smell.. all over your face.. when you're suffocating, you'll have my pussy on your mind.. isn't that hot? you're going to have something to remember me by.. forever.. " She said.
He cried out muffled protests, but she didn't hear them. She didn't care to. She let his nose continue to rest against her folds as she continued to talk.
"And when I leave here.. I'm gonna go on like nothing ever happened.. and here you'll stay.. in this little patch of quicksand.. with my wonderful pussy smeared all over you.."
She inched forward, smearing herself on his nose again and slowly driving him down the rest of the way. Flexible, and double-jointed, she had no trouble coming to a full squat over his upturned face as the sand began to overtake him, being careful not to let herself touch it.
When he was down most of the way, she squatted down over the sand as it slowly began to cover his nose. His eyes were the last to be consumed, staring up at her from below. She stared back down at him, the pussy that he had raped exposed right over him, inches away, as she crouched.
As the last bit of sand came to cover him, she smiled at him and waved. Then, as it came to cover him completely, she winked.
Claire got dressed and waited patiently by the puddle for about an hour to make sure he was definitely gone. When she was sure of it, she made her way back to campus.
She went on with her life and was never bothered by what she did. Claire graduated a few years later and obtained her degree. Less than two years later, she was running her own business, which focused on helping aspiring athletes aquire the skills they'd need.That same year, she got married to a man who took care of her three times better than David ever could.
The morning after she and her husband had amazing sex on their honeymoon, Claire had heard on the television that the body of David Winters was discovered. As she watched, laying in bed with her new husband next to her, a smirk spread across her lips as the news anchor casually reported that the death was ruled by officials as an accident.
Now, she knew, that nobody but her would ever know that his death was anything but an accident. The concept that she had killed him like that and, even better, got away with it, started to make her hot. Claire laid back down and wrapped herself around her sleeping husband, a content smile on her face as she relished what she had done.