Foreword by Gabri & Mari:
This story was written at the end of June by our wonderful and sexy friend Olga, on whose Q-AutFat in the Mokhovinny Bezodni Olmanskih Marshes together with her Beloved Man on July 10 we had the Honor and Pleasure of being invited. So this is the first and last story from Olga.

Foreword by Olga:
If everything goes as Oleg and I want and plan by the time this little story is posted on the Web-our bodies will already be deep, deep in one of the Olman Marshes, and our souls will burn in Hell (I am a believer, but this has never stopped me from anything, and even more so-now it will not stop). Why did I ask Gabri and Marie to post the story on July 26? For some reason unknown to me - July 26 and the 26th in General is a very important date for me. I was born on July 26, I became a Woman on July 26, and my Daughter was born on July 26. 26th (though not July)) I left my village "to conquer Kiev", on July 26 I met and made love for the first time with Margot, Gabri and Marie, who discovered for me soon after that the Magical World (Q-WAM and not only) in which Margot lived before her Q-AutFat in the same Swamp that Oleg and I chose, and Gabri and Marie - live and still do, and as I hope, will live for a long, long time (here we blush a little from embarrassment-G&M ). Finally, on July 26 (though not July either), I had my first conversation with my Oleg. So let my only Quicksand-Story become available on July 26, too. Please accept it condescendingly I still worked as a nanny for two charming little girls and studied at the school of the forgotten district center as a nurse, and not a writer with a University degree.)

Dedication from Olga:
Dedicated to Elvira - "Diana", whom I never knew, but who, along with her husband, opened the door to the Quicksand Universe for us who live in a part of the world that was called the Soviet Union long ago - even before I was born. You can easily guess the elements of her image in the features of the main character of this story.) And of course, the impulse to choose the plot was the day of Swans, which Elvira's daughter Darina arranged on April 1 every year from 2012 to 2015.


...A small cute floating restaurant "Yellow Submarine" on the Goloseevsky lakes of Kiev-never was a mega-cool institution, but quite popular enough for its format-was used almost almost from the day of its Foundation. Its signature attractions were not only the hall, vaguely reminiscent of the hull of the Nautilus by Jules Verne, but also the fence on the lake, in which tame swans swam throughout the warm season.

Late in the evening of this spring, but already warm day, the restaurant was almost entirely occupied by a fairly cheerful young company celebrating the second day of someone's wedding. Nevertheless, the girl who had come down the bridge to the floating platform was admitted without objection.
Well, of course-the sight of her was worth something! The girl was wearing a fiery red wig that reached to the middle of her shoulder blades, a narrow leather choker with holes on her neck, dressed in a black transparent nylon bodysuit without any signs of underwear under it, but which more than clearly showed the defiantly protruding nipples of a small but beautiful breast. Her private parts were covered by a leopard belt skirt. But how did you cover it? The lower part of the cutouts on the bodysuit, which gave access to her holes in the front and back and to her thighs, protruded from the bottom of the skirt very clearly.
She was wearing black patent leather shoes with a pointed toe and a high-heeled open heel. On the left leg-a silver classic anklet (that it was on the left leg-later became an important detail in the stories of some advanced witnesses of what happened next; wearing the anklet on the left leg is considered in traditional Christian culture a symbol of worship of Satan). She wore transparent black nylon gloves on her hands. The image was complemented by a bright bold make-up-emphasized-vulgar, but looked at this outfit harmoniously and attractive, and a small patent black purse-cosmetic bag.

But this was not all, and perhaps not even the main highlight of the girl's appearance. Her whole body-wig, face, body from shoulder to ankle, skirt, gloves-was saturated with something greasy and shiny, which could be guessed sunflower or olive oil. And everything was covered with a thin but quite dense layer of breadcrumbs. Moreover, that the oil grease and "film of crackers" go under the skirt-also clearly guessed.

Of course, the effect was produced. The audience looked at the girl with interest, some of them whistled ostentatiously, but the stranger did not seem to pay the slightest attention to this. With a smile, she ordered a bottle of the most expensive champagne, asked to open it, paid and ... left the restaurant.

But the General disappointment was short-lived. After a couple of minutes, everyone saw that the girl was sitting on a low (only a couple of dozen centimeters above the water) stone-lined Bank on the opposite side of the fence with tame swans and lowered her legs almost to her knees in the green duckweed-covered water. Right in your shoes. After that, from time to time, he begins to drink champagne directly from the neck and kick his feet in the water, from time to time lifting them up and as if admiring that they are almost all in the silt (later it turned out that the lake was silted almost completely in this corner of the water was literally 20 centimeters, the rest a layer of silt).

Attracted by the unusual sight (and most likely by the smell of crackers), the swans soon gathered at the girl's feet and began to nip them, collecting a layer of crackers from them. Soon one of the boldest began to pinch the stranger already in the inner thighs. The smiling girl spread her legs and lifted (as far as she could be lifted) her leopard skirt. The emboldened Swan now pinched her pussy and was not even afraid of being stroked on the head. The girl groaned, then took another SIP from the champagne bottle, slid her purse off her shoulder, and... slid into the Swan pond.

Almost immediately, she sank above the waist, and when she moved a little more about half a meter-forward, the duckweed reached her chest.

All six swans in the enclosure surrounded the stranger and plucked at her in search of crackers. It seemed that she liked it best when the swans pinched her nipples in these frequent moments, the girl moaned loudly. She began to make rotational movements with her body and plunged one of her hands into the lake. What she was doing with it was not visible, but what she was doing with it was clear to everyone watching in amazement. With her other hand, she stroked the swans, then caressed her Breasts, exposing her nipples to the pinches of the swans ' beaks. And happily smiled, smiled, smiled - from time to time opening only to sensual moans from a sexually open mouth.

Soon the duckweed rose to her nipples. The stranger was clearly being sucked in, but this not only did not bother her at all, but on the contrary, it seemed to attract and excite. On the platform of the restaurant, which spilled out and were previously in the hall of guests and all the staff, meanwhile, someone applauded, someone whistled, someone shouted " Wow!". Many took photos and videos on their phones. Some of the audience exchanged comments-both admiring and ironic.

Because of the job, the almost sober, pretty head waitress muttered with a mixture of admiration and horror, " What is this crazy woman doing? There is only silt to a depth of three meters! It will suck you completely! Will sink!". Having heard these words and still maintaining relative clarity of mind despite a good dose of alcohol, the guy-visitor shouted to the stranger: "Get out, girl! Drown!" - but the girl only looked in his direction, ran a nylon-gloved hand over the part of her breast that had not yet been engulfed by the silted lake, and smiled playfully and sensuously.

After a couple of minutes, it sank to the shoulders, then to the neck. It was no longer just the most sober who looked on with a mixture of excitement and sting. There were exclamations: "She's drowning!", " She's going to drown!", "Get out, crazy!", " Get out, stupid!". Someone had already called the city's emergency Services...

But the stranger was not interested in all this. She was delighting in being pinched by the beaks of the swans, who were now trying to snatch crackers from her face, lips, and hair (or rather, her wig). Most of all now she got pleasure, apparently, when the swans "kissed" her lips with their beaks - at these moments she stretched them out as in a kiss.

... About a minute later, the duckweed rose to the lips of the mysterious stranger and she threw back her head. With her free hand, the girl stopped caressing the swans and submerged her, too, after a few seconds, beginning to moan continuously. What was she doing with it? Caressed herself between her legs with both hands? Or was she caressing her own Breasts now? Who knows After a short time, only her chin was visible, the lower part of her face with the lips stretched out in a kiss, which were pinched by a Swan, and part of the strands of a fiery red wig. Once in a few seconds, the stranger stuck out her tongue and touched it to the Swan's beak. But very soon this part of the girl's face disappeared in the duckweed after the last groan. A minute and a half later the still agitated surface burst into a cascade of bubbles

... The note in her purse, which the stranger had thrown from her shoulder on the beach before jumping into the Swan pond, contained only the words: "Let no one worry - I just wanted to. And I know how deep it is and I'm sure I'll get exactly what I want. Congratulations on your wedding, Marina! I hope your wedding night was super cool and the little show I put on on the second day made a good impression on everyone?" How did the stranger know Marina, who she was, what could link them? neither the bride nor any of her other relatives, friends, or acquaintances could explain. However, the National police, despite all their efforts, could not establish anything about this strange stranger at all. In addition to her relatively accurate age and the fact that so easily and with such obvious pleasure, the girl who defiantly drowned herself in front of the wedding party was in a state of relatively mild drug and alcohol intoxication before drowning...