19-year-old Katya was well aware that she was considered one of the best cross-country runners not only in her club, but also in the entire region. She was fast, hardy, and technical. But her ambitions were even greater and so she trained often, hard and sparing no effort. It is not surprising that for the last two years she has shown excellent results in every cross-country race she has participated in.

Therefore, the current race for 5000 meters was easy for her. Only 5 km, and, judging by the map, also quite flat and easy to run terrain. "Another minor success, nothing more," Katya thought, standing on the starting line. how wrong she was! She was facing the worst race of her athletic career. Or the best - depending on which side to look at what will happen before the next midnight...

Her start to the race was perfect , as it always was. She quickly gained time from her strongest and most experienced competitors and actually took the lead after the first checkpoint. But the fourth and final checkpoint before the final looked a bit tricky. It was in the middle of a fairly wide swamp, and from the map, it looked like there was only one route through it, and all the other paths were marked as impassable. However, Katya understood that she would gain a very decent amount of time compared to her competitors if she managed to "cut" the proposed route - and she chose this option.

Her feet stumbled and got stuck in the wet swampy terrain, mud and water squelched and splashed both around her and inside her sneakers, but she didn't pay any attention to it and continued to skip through the swamp, not really caring where she stepped. And then she was unlucky. In an attempt to jump over a small mud patch, she landed right in it and with the sound of a slurping splash, unexpectedly for herself, she immediately went up to her thighs in the mud, moreover, all splattered with it.

"Damn it!" She screamed, cursed, and struggled furiously to get out of the trap, but in vain. The quagmire simply refused to let her go, as if a sucker had formed around her body, from which she could not free herself - at least not without support or assistance. Moreover, she was sinking deeper into the swamp, which rose first to the lower edge of her white top, and soon reached her chest.

There was nothing to lean on. there was nothing to cling to and she didn't know what else to do but move, but as she realized, it was useless. Moreover, it only made her suck faster. The quagmire had already reached her armpits, but she couldn't feel the slightest hint of bottom.

"Help! Somebody! Help!!" - shouted in a panic, Kate. But who could hear her cry for help and help her get out of this mess? She didn't believe it herself. She was about halfway between the third and fourth control points, and it was unlikely that any of the participants in the cross was also as stupid as she was, and also chose the most dangerous path through the swamp...

Meanwhile, the gurgling swamp had already sucked her in almost to her lips. Katya desperately stretched out her hands to the trees, threw her head back and shouted with all her might with an expression of horror on her face: "Help!! Help-e-e!! I'm drowning!!! Save me!!!" but she was forced to stop, because the mud was already closing in on the spot where her face had been visible only a dozen seconds earlier.

Only her hands, in the mud-spattered sleeves of a white tank top and black fingerless sports gloves, remained on the surface, clutching the air with frantic and useless fingers. "This is the end! God, what a stupid ending! " thought Katya in despair. And then... She suddenly felt a noose of rope snapping at her right arm.

Katya clung to her first with her right hand, and a few seconds later with her left with all the strength that a physically strong woman is capable of in a moment of mortal danger. And within minutes, she was pulled out of the mud trap. Completely smeared from head to toe with black swamp slime, she spat, snorted, and blew her nose to clear the dirt from her mouth, throat, and nose - after which she simply collapsed on the relatively hard ground (that she was covered with about twenty centimeters of swamp slime - she no longer paid any attention), breathing heavily, raggedly, to the full depth of her strong, trained lungs...

Katya was so exhausted, so shocked, that she had to be carried back to base camp in her arms. She was incredibly lucky. The last checkpoint was considered so difficult that the organizers of the cross-country race provided that there were two strong guys with ropes and poles on it in case something like what happened to Katya suddenly happened. And they made it literally at the last moment - another half minute, and it would have been too late.

Since it was the last day of the competition, all the participants were invited to the "grand final" party at the base camp, where everyone we sat down at a specially prepared table. Unfortunately, since the last cross meant that Katya immediately lost a series of positions in the standings, she not only did not take the first place, which she quite reasonably expected, but even did not get into the top three winners. Worse - and the first place in the competition and the most honorable place at the table was taken by Katina's eternal rival-Kristina. Katya was sick and furious ... but mostly she was angry with herself, because in fact, everything that had happened was entirely her own fault. As well as the fact that "Bitch Christy", as all the girls in the club called her behind her back, could now sit at the table in her" rightful " place, Katya.

Dressed in a bright red form-fitting ultra-short dress with long sleeves, dark blue opaque tights and red heels, Katya mingled with the rest of the party girls and partygoers. It was a delicious dinner, the wine just tasted perfect ... now everyone just walked around and made new acquaintances or transferred old ones to a "closer level".

But not Katya. No! She was still thinking about her mistake in the forest. She just couldn't handle it. She had a desire to become a good cross-country runner, if not the best, but one of her psychological problems was that she often had a hard time overcoming simple mistakes - such as choosing the wrong route and the like.

Katya remembered the smallest details - where, when, how? Where did it all go wrong? Why? There was only one way to find out... She had to be back where I made the wrong move... She had to get into this damned swamp, figure out where and what she had done wrong and reproduce her actions-only this time "correctly".

Quietly leaving the party, Katya headed deeper into the forest. It wasn't dark yet, though the sun was setting. The late summer evening was warm and pleasant. her slender figure was the only thing that showed signs of movement in the forest. All but Katya participants, managers and staff of the competition were in the base camp.However, Katya was no stranger to walking like this, all alone, around the competition camps, analyzing and rethinking her actions during the next races. She managed to develop a good ability to evaluate herself, and this certainly had a positive effect on the fact that she became such a strong runner.

But tonight, the only thing that really bothered her was one simple mistake, probably just one wrong step in this damned swamp. And she was going to find out. Find out every detail, before the movement...

Katya decided to go to the place by the shortest route. Unexpectedly, it was difficult. Thickets, thorny bushes... Her tights were covered with numerous holes, arrows and hooks, her dress was torn - one small piece of it came off and slightly exposed the nipple of her right breast, the side seam of the dress on the left side partially parted, her legs, hands and even her face were scratched with deep scratches. To top it off - permanently marshy ground sucked him totally unsuitable for high heels and in the end, Kate finally angry, they just dropped them and went thud in the mud in some torn pantyhose, sinking ankle-deep. It didn't occur to her to go back and take a different route: she took obstacles as a challenge, and besides, she was just wildly angry - at herself, at "Bitch Christy", and at this area in the end!

But in the end, she found the place where she had almost drowned a few hours earlier and began to look around carefully. The "window" in the swamp was small, it was even surprising that it was so small - it was so deep. She could easily jump over it now if she wanted to. But what prevented her from doing it in the afternoon? Now she remembered: right at the moment of the push, her left foot had gotten a little stuck in the muddy pit next to this deep hole. That's why her jump didn't come out as well as she expected. Instead, she landed right in the swamp, which nearly sucked her in. To make sure of this, Katya again lowered her left foot into this hole and transferred all her weight to it. The foot immediately sank into the mud almost to the knee and it took Katya some effort to pull it out.

Everything was clear. But Katya continued to feel excited dissatisfaction. She stared at the mud in the" window " of the swamp that had almost swallowed her up forever. She wanted to repeat it... Dive into the swamp and get out-and don't panic. Moreover, the safety rope, with the end twisted in the form of a lasso, firmly tied to the nearest tree - was carefully left according to tourist custom by the insurance group of the competition. And Katya just took a step - first with her left foot, then with her right...

Mud willingly accepted it for the second time that day. But this time she did not sink so quickly, initially going into the swamp only up to her knees-it was said that she did not jump into the "window" of the swamp with a run and jump - as last time.

However, it sucked her in quickly. It was unexpectedly pleasant - which made Katya smile involuntarily. Somewhere in a minute, the swamp touched her pussy and Katya also suddenly felt a rapidly growing excitement. Almost instinctively, she began massaging herself with her left hand between her legs, pushing her fingers inside herself through the tights, and with her right hand she began to crumple the scratched nipple visible through the hole in the dress. A few seconds later, a soft moan escaped her lips: "Damn it! What a class!"

The dirt seemed to want more and more of her well - built, feminine, sexy body-and the feeling of it was clearly turning Katya on. The swamp first swallowed her hips, then reached her waist and then a wave of the first orgasm rolled over Katya. Meanwhile - she was sinking deeper and deeper. Another minute and a half later, after experiencing another orgasm, she plunged up to her chest. The sensation of sinking into the mud of her nipples was delicious and a new orgasm covered her. Katya was now constantly moaning loudly. A few dozen seconds later, she was up to her neck in the swamp. "It's time to get out!" Katya thought. "Damn, I don't want to do this, but..."

Nevertheless, she waited until she was almost at eye level before lifting her right hand from her chest with a groan and grabbing the rope loop with it. And then, with an effort of will, tearing her left hand from the excited pussy and barely pulling it out of the swamp, she grabbed the rope with her other hand and began to slowly pull herself up to the shore.

It took a lot of effort and took about ten minutes. Finally, tired and up to the nose smeared with black swamp slime, Katya lay on the slightly swampy bank and rested. After another seven minutes, she slowly got up and walked slowly along the route to the base camp, slapping her feet in her tights on the slurping slush.

The camp was about a kilometer and a half away. Katya walked the first kilometer calmly, feeling nothing unusual except an inexplicable growing inner reluctance to go to the camp, which, however, she did not attach any importance to. But then the inner voice: "I don't want to go there! I don't want to! I want to go back!" - it was getting louder, and the incomprehensible, but causing quite a clear feeling inside the pussy, excitement-all the stronger. Katya vividly imagined how she would come to the camp for a party: in tattered tights and a dress, dirty from head to toe, without shoes, with a broken watch, all scratched. Questions, taunts... And that " Christy Bitch.".. Once planted in her head, these thoughts did not leave her. She felt like she was bungee jumping when the rubber band started pulling you back up again.

It was less than a hundred paces to the edge of the clearing where the base camp was located. Katya could already see the lights through the forest and listen to the voices. But she couldn't bring herself to go any further. In the end, after standing for a minute and replaying the scene of her appearance in the camp in this form several times in her head and remembering how warm and cozy it was in the swamp, Katya suddenly shook her head decisively and said to herself in a low voice: "Listening, Katya, stop looking for pseudo-rational excuses! You just want to go back! There! Well, everything else wouldn't have gone to...!"

.. Resolutely turning around, Katya moved back with an ever-accelerating step. This time, she made it about twice as fast as the road to the camp, which she never reached. Going deep into the forest to this fascinating call, she more and more often caressed herself between her legs through mud-soaked tights, and when again, for the third time that day, she reached that very "window" in the swamp, she was excited to the limit.
Reaching its edge, Katya with an effort tore off her dirty tights and with a groan entered several fingers deep into the vagina, hurriedly, as if running away from someone-again entered the swamp.

The same thing happened again. Knees, crotch hips, waist, chest, neck... Only this time Katya, plunging into the quagmire, selflessly fucked herself with her fingers, and shifted her legs up and down to speed up her dive. Several times she turned her head to the side and looked at the rope loop that lay on the surface of the swamp, literally half the length of an outstretched hand from her. Salvation was so close... But that wasn't what she was coming for, almost running here for the third time this crazy day. And the thought of it made her even more excited. Her moans turned into screams, but soon they stopped - Katya's lips sank back into the mud. After another half minute, only a few strands of her long blond hair remained on the surface.

"It's not too late to grab the rope" - the thought flashed through the head of Katya, who had completely gone into the swamp, but then it was replaced by another: "I wonder if I can test the sampan?". Katya desperately dug her fingernail into her clitoris, squeezed her left breast with all her might, exhaled as only athletes can exhale, and opened her throat and lungs to the viscous swamp slush...

...The orgasm was incredible. Masturbating from a very young age and having sex for the first time with a guy at 13, and with a girl at 14, hypersexual, like almost everyone in her years - Katya in her 19 never experienced anything even remotely like this. With her mouth wide open, her fingers inside her pussy, she writhed convulsively under the surface of the swamp in orgasm and agony at the same time. Only one last thought flashed through her mind and ended unfinished: "Jackpot! That bitch Christy will never be able to do..."..

.. At the party, Kristina was hanging out like everyone else, and it took her a moment to notice that Katya hadn't been there since the end of the dinner. She wanted to talk to her. Christy was actually well aware of her reputation with girls, knew about her nickname "Bitch Christy" - although no one had ever said anything like that to her face. She never wanted to convince other girls that she was "not really like that." In the end, they were all young, ambitious, promising athletes, and there can only be one first. And for various reasons-both given to her from birth (yes, God is unfair!), and acquired by hard work on herself and thanks to the care of the coach - she became the first much more often than anyone else except Katya, with whom they competed what is called "nose to nose".

Anyway, right now she really wanted to be a little supportive of Katya - even though Katya would probably think she was being insincere. After all, she knew perfectly well that this particular victory of hers was achieved only thanks to a ridiculous accident that happened to her eternal rival.

And not finding Kate at the party - Christina came up with the head coach. "Marina, have you seen Katya? I'd really like to talk to her for a bit!"
"I don't know what to say to you, Christina! I never seen her during the nearly two hours that have passed since the end of the Banquet! It's like she fell through the ground! Honestly, it's like our guys didn't pull her out of the swamp and she stayed there!!

They both laughed. Of course, the coach had no idea how right she was. After all, at the very moment when she said these words, the last bubbles of air that had filled Katya's lungs half a minute ago were disappearing from the surface of the little quagmire to which Katya had returned for the third and last time today. Now-forever...