[PackagedStories.net] Buried at the Beach by Hyram
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Kate sat on her beach towel, watching as Eric disappeared into the hole he was
digging to extract another pile of sand with his hands. Granted, he was
on his knees but even so the hole must be pretty deep. The piles of sand
surrounding the oblong pit were quite high as well.
"So you're going to bury me in that hole?" she asked him, as if the
words had been, "So we're having turkey sandwiches for lunch?"
He popped his head over the rim of the pit, dumped another armful of sand onto
a nearby pile. "Only if you'll let me," he told her before
diving back down.
She'd thought about her last, brief encounter under the sand. It was a
little hole that she could lie down in and the sides were only just higher
than her body was deep. She remembered how heavy the sand felt, even on
her feet, as he shoved the piles on top of her toes. She'd expected it
to be light, but by the time he was finished, it felt as if someone was lying
on top of her. In fact, it felt so much like the weight of a person that
she involuntarily started wiggling and, she admitted, even gently gyrating her
pelvis. Certainly enjoyable and she was looking forward to trying it
again, though it looked a bit like Eric was getting out of hand.
"You could kill me in there!" she exclaimed, rising from her place
on the towel and staring down at her eventual resting place. It was as
long as she was tall, and almost two feet down at its deepest.
"I won't", he quipped and hopped out, brushing his hands on his
swimsuit. He flashed a smile. "Ready?"
A half grin and a toss of her long hair, coupled with a look that clearly
stated this was all very dubious but yes I'll do it, Kate stepped gingerly
into the pit. She turned around in it, trying to find a way to sit down
without collapsing the whole thing on top of her. Eventually she just
squatted on her haunches, then dropped quite unceremoniously onto her
buttocks. She put her feet out in front of her, scooted down until she
could touch the far wall with the balls of her feet, and slowly laid back.
And sat right back up. "This is way too deep." Even
sitting up, the piles of sand were well over her head. Heck, the top
edge of the walls were even with her chin. The sounds of the ocean waves
were dull thuds and she could truly see only the piles of sand and blue sky as
her eyes moved around the hole. It was darker down there too...peaceful
in an odd way with everything muted and no other people visible.
Breaking her train of thought, a smallish object landed in her lap.
"Huh," she muttered, touching it with an interest seemingly more
profound than her expletive. "Where'd you find one of these?"
It was, of course, a vibrator. Small compared to hers at home, but it
had inviting curves and her mind wandered away from the depth of the pit in
which she was currently sitting.
"Thought it might be useful," Eric told her, kneeling next to one of
the large piles of sand. "So I'll ask again. Are you
ready?"
Her answer was to slowly lean back. Happily, she noticed, there was a
definite upward slant from her lower back to the rim of the hole so she wasn't
just laying completely horizontal. The sides of the hole, however, were
still above her head and the piles seemed impossibly high. She was
certain that there would be nothing to see at all of her, if Eric used all the
sand. She placed, as casually as possible, her hands over her bikini
bottoms. When Eric gave her a knowing grin, she merely replied,
"Hey, you gave it to me," and looked forward. Kate inhaled
deeply and let out a shuddering breath. "Ok. Ready and
willing."
Eric disappeared behind one of the larger piles by her legs. All of a
sudden, the pile shifted from its seat above her feet, and fell with a WHUMP!
onto her shins. Another quick shove and there was a slope from her knees
up to the top of the pit by her toes. "Heavy," she mumbled,
wiggling her toes buried under 2 feet of sand. She couldn't flex her
feet much, as the sand would pack down as she did. She thought that,
right now, she'd be able to bend her knees and extricate herself without a
problem.
And then the next pile of sand collapsed on top of her thighs, and all
thoughts of escape exited her mind. As the rivulets flowed over her
legs, her fingers flashed under the oncoming flow of beach, making sure her
toy didn't get trapped too far from where it would be of use. Now there
was a slope of heavy, damp sand covering her left leg and most of her right.
She saw Eric's head appear briefly over the top of one of the piles, and again
a WHUMP! as her lower body completely disappeared under two feet of
sand. She groaned with the weight of it on her legs, realizing quickly
that she couldn't bend her knees or even spread her legs. She felt
around between them, and was thankful there was enough space to use the
vibrator when the time came.
"It's going to start getting heavy. Let me know if it's too
much." Eric's voice was muted by the remaining sand he was kneeling
behind.
"It's already hea...." she began, but was abruptly knocked out of
breath as a tidal wave of sand crashed onto her belly and chest. It was
like he'd taken the whole pile above her right side and pushed it all down at
once. The sand flowed over her, almost shoving her against the far wall
before coming to rest, covering all but her left arm. "Oof....that's
a lot of sand," was a whisper as she strove to get her breath back.
Just as she was taking a deep breath, WHUMP! the piles on her other side
swamped her, meeting the slope of the other until a small valley whose base
was likely some foot above her breasts resided in front of her. Despite
the dip in the middle, she found herself looking up at the sand in front of
her. It sprinkled down into the hollow at the base of her throat; the
only parts of her exposed were her shoulders, neck and head and they were at
the bottom of a pit themselves.
Eric's face appeared in front of her, and even though he was kneeling and
looking down, he was still well above her. She knew that the sand
directly in front of her wasn't even with the sides. Her breathing was
labored, the weight of the sand never became any less, never shifted.
More than that, the weight on the space between her legs was making her wet
and her breath come even harder. She brushed her mound with her fingers
and it sent a shock through her body and she involuntarily writhed in place.
To Eric, it looked like a brief shake of her shoulders.
"Everything ok?" he asked, but she could tell that her answer wasn't
going to stop him from pushing more sand atop her. She stroked herself
again at the thought of being trapped, which she definitely was, and another
shudder struck her. She resisted the urge to switch the vibrator on
immediately. She wanted more sand.
"Yes," she moaned, and with her inflection she sounded her need.
She wanted this, she wanted to be under the sand's weight, a large unrelenting
lover pressed against her as she writhed for escape, desiring freedom, but
desiring to be trapped more.
Eric shoved sand onto her chest, apparently not close to using all the piles
on her sides, and little rivers flowed down around her shoulders and neck.
More sand on her breasts, and the slope in front of her came closer to her
neck. Soon, she felt her shoulders were covered, though not deeply, and
all that could be seen of her was her neck, face, and hair.
"Here comes the side by your head, so you might want to close your mouth
and eyes, just in case it splashes." And Kate did so without really
considering what that meant, just knowing she wanted to be buried as deeply as
possible. It was hopelessly erotic, and underneath the sand her hips
were swaying as much as she could force them to. And when that pile of
sand came around the right side of her head, it was so much that she could
feel it on top of her head as well, covering her ear and shoulder deeply.
It piled up against the slope in front of her and she reflexively tried to
tilt her head back as the sand swept over her neck and covered her chin.
She couldn't turn her head in that direction, or she'd get a face full of
sand. She heard movement to her left and again squinted her lips and
eyelids shut as the same thing occurred over there.
The pile of sand fell over the edge of the pit and slid around her head,
framing her face and coming to rest just under her bottom lip. She could
feel little clumps of sand lying against her cheeks and could see the blur of
sand close to her eyes in her peripheral vision. She could still hear,
even with the mounds covering her ears, but it was like a cross between having
your hands over your ears and being underwater. She couldn't feel his
weight as deeply as she was buried, but she could hear the pounding of Eric's
knees as he shifted around on the sand, doing his best to bury everything but
her face as deeply as possible.
Kate couldn't move at all. She could wiggle her toes and she could move
her hands and fingers slightly. She was afraid to turn her head, lest
she collapse the sand around her face and truly be buried alive.
Breathing was difficult, as if literally Eric was lying across all parts of
her body. Her legs throbbed from the bloodflow being compressed.
From the surface, there was no motion on the sand whatsoever...she was too
deep for her body's minor movements to have any effect.
If someone were to peer down, they'd see the top of Kate's head, her forehead,
eyes, tops of her cheeks. Then the sand angled down under her
cheekbones, coming to rest evenly at the bottom where she'd nestled in to make
a small divet under her chin. Then the sand sloped steeply in front of
her face to the height of her head. In effect, leaving her pretty
features at the bottom of a pit.
"How does it feel?" Eric asked her, looking down the slope.
Kate raised her eyes, but if she could she didn't dare move her head upwards.
She could tell he knew it was hard for her to get a breath.
"Good," she muttered. "Is that all?" The
question, even to her, seemed more like a plea for more, to not let the
process end.
"Of course not," he surprised her by saying. "But if you
haven't already, you should try your toy."
She'd almost forgotten about the vibrator. With sand being everywhere,
pressing down and against her, the small device was almost unfelt in her
fingers. Subconsciously, she must have realized losing it underneath the
weight might be an issue, because it was situated within easy reach of where
it wanted to be. She shifted it over, and was even able to find enough
give in the sand, likely from thrusting against it for the past few minutes,
to slip it under the edge of her bikini. Even before she turned it on,
the direct pressure on her clitoris made her gasp.
"Working, then?" asked Eric.
"Not yet..." she replied quietly, lost in sensation. Eric just
raised an eyebrow and stepped from view. She found the switch with her
middle finger and with a gentle push, the vibrations began. With an
involuntary shock, her entire body tried to bounce, unsuccessfully of course.
"Oh my god," she moaned and her lips parted and eyes closed in a
visage of growing passion. She pressed more firmly with her toy and her
hips were able to undulate just the slightest bit. A whimper came from
her and her eyes squinted shut briefly.
They flashed open as she felt grains of sand bounce against her chin.
She couldn't see over the slope, but a river of fine, dry, white sand was
slowly pouring down into the hole where her face was exposed. It wasn't
completely constant, so she knew it was Eric causing her to slowly be buried.
"Yes," she said, forcing herself to be audible despite her ever more
ragged breathing. As her fingers caressed her moist lower lips and the
vibrator continued to drive her upwards, the sand came down, sweeping around
her chin, slowly rising towards her still parted lips.
Her fingertips slid over her mound, grainy pieces of sand making it like
fingernails against her vagina. She began to pulse and her hips became
more demanding...they needed to move, to rock, to twist...but they could
barely move a hair. Her body frozen beneath the weight of the sand, she
forced the vibrator to a new position and her mouth opened wider in a silent
moan.
The sand was at her lips... she reflexively closed her mouth, but her fingers
wouldn't stop and breathing was so labored that she had to open her lips a
little. Sand, again dry and light, slid in from the sides, the flows
meeting in the middle at her lower lip. As moist as her lips were, the
sand clung to the bottom and when she gave a gentle spit of air, it was only
to make a brief pocket in front of her mouth. More sand came to fill
that space, and then she did close her mouth as more sand from the front
flowed down. She felt the granules hit her lower lip directly and start
to surround her face. She was breathing deeply through her nose, trying
ineffectively to bring her head back just a bit to free her mouth.
"OooOooOOO...." WHUMP! and for a few moments her body was
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