Well, here's the past story (Sarah's Birthday, https://umd.net/stories/princess-of-vibrations-sarahs-birthday) was specifically for boys, and this one is specifically for girls. What? - gender equality!)

But if, no kidding - when and if we have Daughters and it's time to awaken in them a craving for Quicksand - we will start with this stunningly beautiful Fairy Tale.)


... April broke away from the birdwatching group. She joined the group via the Net, hoping to find birds that had become rare or were considered lost in her area. She was walking along an old abandoned road. a barely discernible path leading down to a long-swampy lake.

She pulled out her card, but suddenly felt a little dizzy. It seemed to her that someone was speaking to her, but she could not make out the words. As she neared the lake, the voices became more distinct.

"Come to us!" they seemed to whisper in her ear. She looked around, but there was no one there. But to the extent that. as she walked along the path to the swampy lake, the voices grew louder and clearer.

She soon found that her further path was blocked by a large pool of gray mud that was
covered in a light mist. April tried to turn back to go down the path. .. her slender legs
they refused to obey her.

"Come to us!" the voices in her head were clear again. she automatically turned her head toward the mud pool and ... saw two female figures rising out of the mud. No, they didn't. they consisted of her. Beautiful, mud, from which they were as if woven,
shimmer in the morning sun.

They beckoned playfully to her, and April suddenly felt a surge of desire.

She tried to take a step back, but the voices were back in her head.
"You want to leave? We will not interfere with you in this - although our energy is stronger than your Mind and Will. But do You really want to leave?

"Who... Who you are?" April asked in a whisper, taking an automatic step forward.

There was a chuckle in her head.
"Who are we? We Are The Spirits Of The Bog. People usually call us Nymphs. Do you want to join us? Join forever?"

April was now standing on the very edge of the Quagmire. Her body was trembling from
desire, but mentally she was terrified of this proposal..

"Take off your clothes!" came the voices again.

Unable to resist, she took off her t-shirt, shorts, and sneakers.

The nymphs swam to the edge of the Bog and held out their hands. April, obeying an instinctive desire, put her hands in them and took the first step into the Swamp, immediately sinking just above her knees.

The creatures immediately began to cover her body with mud, paying special attention to her
the attention to the space between her thighs and her chest made April want to do something.

After a couple of minutes, she was in the Swamp already above the waist and one of the Nymphs began to caress her vagina, inserting his tongue woven from mud deep inside. The second Nymph seemed to flow around her body, caressing April with incredible ease. a tenderness she had never felt before.
April's breath caught in her throat as she convulsed with passion and desire, her body exploding with incredible orgasms over and over again.

The upper Nymph leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. Mud filled April's mouth and nose. She feebly tried to push the creature away with her hands, but her hands simply touched her body, which was trembling with desire.

She felt that she was sinking deeper and deeper. The Mud nymphs seemed to pour into her, filling every orifice from her vagina to her throat. vagina. She tried to breathe, but... to her surprise, she found that she didn't need to. Instead, she clearly felt her body melting, merging with the Swamp and her new friends. Waves of joy and pleasure cascaded over her and her mind shut down - or rather, it turned into something else entirely.

...Detective constable Susan Novak was conducting a routine field investigation. One of the "group of poultry volunteers" disappeared in this area. Her car was found abandoned in a Parking lot a few days ago. Now Susan was carefully scanning the area as she descended the old path to the swampy lake.

About half the way there, it seemed to her. that she hears a whisper that comes from nowhere, prompting her to move on.

She went to the Bank of the Swamp and saw a pile of clothes - a white t-shirt, shorts, sneakers. The contents of a small, elegant purse - the driver's license in the wallet - clearly indicated that it belonged to the missing girl. She got up to continue her search, but suddenly she heard no longer whispers, but distinct voices: "Go! Come to us!"

Susan looked up and saw three incredibly beautiful women caressing each other, growing out of the mud as if they were made of it.
"Come to us!" - they whispered excitedly and playfully, and the call was clearly heard by Susan, though none of the creatures spoke a single word aloud.
A strange excitement seized her, and she felt herself getting wet between her legs, and suddenly she began to undress...