A 4th of July Mud Larking Adventure: Brooke Battles Bobby in the Mud! Part 2

Arrrgghhh!

Caught totally unprepared, I lost my balance and fell flat on my back into that slimy pit of mud. Coming up, I was wearing a fresh coat of dark brown muck, and Brooke Maddison was laughing her ass off.

As I got up from that mire, I walked over to where Brooke sat. And she was still laughing softly. Merriment danced in her eyes as she took in my messy stature.

Suddenly a big grin split her mucky lips and she said, "Well, well, well . . . what do we have here? Is it the Abominable Mud Monster?"

"Ha ha, very funny," I replied with a sarcastic sneer. "Well, you can just kiss my ever-lovin' ass!"

Then before Brooke could say or do anything, I reached down and picked her up. Kind of the way Cary Grant would do in the old movies.

"Uh, Bobby, what are you doing?"

I could see just a touch of alarm in Brooke's eyes.

"Uh, I seem to recall somebody saying something about being two clean to suit her." Now it was my time to grin.

"Uh, yeah . . . I might have said something like that . . . um . . . maybe."

"Oh, you definitely did, darling" and without further ado, I tossed Brooke back into that muck. And I twisted as I threw her, so Brooke landed flat on her face in the deepest part of that mudhole.

SPLAT!!!

"Well, now," I said with a big smile on my face, as I watched the British beauty slowly come to her knees in the squishy mud, "maybe you aren't too clean to suit me anymore. HeHeHe!"

"Oh, go bite me!" Brooke said as she rolled over in that dark brown mud.

But she was grinning as she said it.

"Hey, give me a hand, will ya?" Brooke said with brown muck streaming off her face and head.

"Do I really look that stupid to you," I replied not falling for her tricks again.

As she started laughing, Brooke said, "oh well, can't blame a girl for trying."

"Oh look," I cried out in joy as I spotted an old, almost fully submerged metal bucket several feet from where Brook sat, up to her waist, in the soft, silky, brown mud.

"What, what's that . . . what are you looking at . . . oh Shit! " Brooke said as she realized what I had found, and more importantly what I was going to do with it.

He wouldn't . . . surely, he wouldn't . . . would he? Oh Fuck!

"Oh no, don't you dare."

As she tried to rise and get away, it was already too late. And my new best friend found out, the hard way. HaHaHa!

"FUCK, don't you darrrrr . . .!"

Shit!

After wading through that mud, I had scooped up a rather large bucketful, of that delightful mud, and poured it all over the top of Brooke's already saturated head. And as she tried to escape the mucky deluge, I kept refilling the ten-liter bucket, and dousing her with a fresh wave of mud.

"Stop, stop . . . stop it. OH, you son-of-a-bitch. You son-of-a . . . oh if I ever get out of this slop, I will so get . . . you. STOP!

But I didn't stop. I kept up the pour. And I was having the best time of my life.

Oh, if I ever get up, I am so going to kill that bast . . .

As I unleashed wave after wave of mucky mess upon my friend, my good friend Brooke, I got one step too close for my own comfort.

Ahhhhh!

I felt myself falling as Brooke using a leg sweep, that would have done any professional wrestler proud, took me off my feet. And with a loud splash, I found myself lying flat on my back, all but submerged under that grimy muck. And in the next instance, Brooke Maddison was on top of me, straddling me with those world class legs, bent over so that her oh-so-mucky Double-D boobs were firmly pressing into the top of my chest.

Those rock-hard nipples poking through her mud-soaked satin blouse, felt like stilettos. Now as Brooke slowly lay down to cover me, I could feel them sticking through that clingy blouse as if they were daggers trying to pierce my skin.

As Brooke Maddison straddled me, with dark liquidy-mud dripping all over me from her saturated hair and body, I felt my dick starting to get really hard. And I do mean really hard. As I gazed into her sultry blue eyes, a longing came over me.

Oh wow! He's really got a hard-on. I wonder . . .

Looking into those dazzling eyes on that mud-covered face, I couldn't help but feel I was at the right place at the right time. Despite all the mud that covered this wonderful creation, I knew in my heart that Brooke was the most beautiful woman I would ever know.

Surely, she has to feel me . . . I mean, I can most definitely feel her nipples. They feel like a twin pair of Damascus blades made specifically to pierce my heart.

Laying there, in that muck, with this beautiful creature atop me, it felt as if the universe had stopped. All movement, all time, had come to a standstill. I could feel Brooke's heart beating. It was like I could hear it; tha thump, tha thump, tha thump. As I looked into her beautiful eyes, they had a mesmerizing effect on my very soul. Looking into those eyes, it was like peering into the eyes of my other half, my soulmate.

Wow!

As her lips opened, mine responded. And then Brooke and I were kissing. I felt her tongue dart deep within the cavern of my mouth. Trapping Brooke's tongue against the roof of her mouth, we played tonguesie, if that's even a word. Ha!

As Brooke trapped my tongue with hers, I gagged just a bit, feeling like a dentist was working on a cavity. But then she released, and I released. Only to go right back to it.

Now, as I felt Brooke's response to my response, I sensed a movement deep within her. Brooke started moaning, softly at first, before picking up tempo. We rolled over, and now it was Brooke who was laying on her back in that quagmire.

Fresh goo rolled down the sides of her face, and Brooke hawked up a big glob of mud ingested as her face went under the mucky surface.

Shit . . . that . . .

"Shit!" But she smiled as she said it. So, I smiled, too.

I put my hands under her head and then her shoulders. Gently, I lifted Brooke's head and torso from that mud. As I stood, I shifted one hand until it was gently resting under her right hip. Then, I lifted Brooke's exquisite frame from that mucky mud hole and carried her up the slight embankment until we were on reasonably dry ground.

After laying Brook on that tundra-type grass, I started unbuttoning her blouse.

Hmph. It might have been white before, but I doubt if it will ever be so again.

I had worked my way through two of those mud-drenched buttons when Brooke, impatient with my efforts, pulled my hands away and then ripped her top open, mucky buttons spraying off to the sides. And as I had already surmised, she was not wearing a bra.

"Fuck that shit, Bobby." Brooke's eyes danced merrily.

"Damn Brooke, I loved that top. It was your best one."

"Well, hell," she came back, "Buy me another one, then. But you were taking too long, honey."

Now, as I knelt over Brooke Maddison, looking down upon this muddy apparition that would have given Athena, or even Aphrodite a real run for their money, I felt my erection pressing against the side of my mud-covered khaki pants.

Ouch. That doesn't feel good. Oh hell . . . she knows anyway . . .

Reaching down I eased the pain by shifting myself. Then I looked at those wonderful, muddy boobs, double-dees, 36 DDs, to boot. And I licked my mud-caked lips. Then I did what came naturally. I started sucking on Brooke's boobs.

Mud doesn't taste good, but I didn't care. As I licked on those enlarged breasts, Brooke started to squirm. Then she started to moan. Softly, ever so softly, at first, Brooke's moans became louder as her passion grew. And I kept sucking on her tits. After one particularly long session, I felt Brooke arch her back, her buttocks lifting from the muddy ground. And during this entire time, and we must have gone round and round for at least ten minutes, Brooke's eyes never left me.

Now, as I gazed down upon my handy-work, I almost laughed. Brooke Maddison was completely covered from head to toe with dark brown, squishy mud. Every square inch of her magnificent body was saturated in that slimy muck, except . . . for her breasts. Between my tongue and mustache, I had managed to clear off a good portion of the gunge that covered the center of her boobs. From Brooke's nipples, so rock-hard, past her very large, areolas, the area that covered the center of those magnificent boobs had been wiped clean. The clear, white skin stood out like a shining beacon on a stormy night.

Now, as my attention shifted south, or downward, I took the tips of my fingers and gently scraped away the top layer of mud from the center of Brooke's chest and then down to her stomach, and even further south. Then I started licking her flat, washboard abs, Then my tongue, wickedly darted into the recess known as the navel, or belly button, scooping out the mud that was hiding in the depression left by the umbilicus, the part that had kept a baby Brooke attached to her mother for the nine months prior to birth. And with that, Brooke, again, arched her back, and a loud moan escaped her lips.

Finally, I had reached the south pole, so to speak, and as I gazed upon those thoroughly mud- drenched short shorts that Brooke Maddison was wearing on this day of days, thoughts raced through my mind of earlier times.

Wow! Those shorts hardly cover Brooke's pussy let along her ass. I think they are even shorter than Catherine Bach's Daisy Duke shorts from The Dukes of Hazzard.

"Uh, Brooke," I asked, "did you ever see a TV show called The Dukes of Hazzard?"

As she twisted her head, in reflection, Brooke sprayed globs of mud upon my face.

"No. No I don't recollect that title. Why?"

"No big reason," I replied. "Never mind." This last was added with a little smile.

Seeing where I was going, Brooke unbuttoned her shorts and unzipped the fly, so that I could slide that mud-slimed minute piece of denim over her shapely hips and then down her legs. And as I quickly found out, my good friend, not only refrained from wearing a bra, but she wasn't wearing any knickers, either.

Though there was some mud leakage at the top and from the bottom of those really short shorts, the tightness of Brooke's bottoms kept the majority of the mud out, and I could definitely see a big difference in the most intimate part of Brooke's lower half as the whiteness shown out compared to the muddy state of the rest of her body. From the tan lines, I could even tell that Brooke wore either a G-string or thong when sunbathing.

As I straddled Brooke, I looked down upon her beautiful, but mud-soaked body. And it was a strange sight to behold. Brooke's face, and in fact her entire head was carrying a very liberal portion of that brown muddy muck. Muddy slime was still running down from her mud-soaked tresses. Her face looked as if a giant blob of mud had been dropped upon it to explode its muck everywhere. That formerly-white slime-soaked satin blouse lay spread out to each side of her mucky torso, while there was a streak of almost white skin from her massive boobs to her belly and then on to the juncture where her legs came together to form that mound of femininity that is so treasured.

I looked into Brooke's eyes, then I looked down there. She smiled. I looked into her deep blue eyes, and looked down there again. And again she smiled. So, I went down on her. As I started eating Brooke's pussy she closed her eyes, tightly, so tightly. And she smiled the biggest smile I had ever seen, all the while her eyes were ground shut. Brooke started squirming. And then that beautiful, mud-covered creature of perfection began to moan. As my lips licked her lips, tantalizingly slow, she would shiver, rather from delight or from the cold, I did not know. When I did a full, slow-motion circle around Brooke's quivering lips, she ran her fingers down my back, not enough to break skin, but they left their mark. When my tongue darted in, ever so quickly and made contact with its mark, she grasped my buttocks and squeezed so hard. But when my striking tongue caught the tip of her clitoris, Brooke almost came off the ground.

"YES!"

Oh yes. Oh yes. Do it Bobby, do it!

"Do me, baby. Do me good!"

As I looked up from my mucky work downstairs, so to speak, I saw a look of pure ecstasy on Brooke's grime-covered face. As I watched, Brooke's eyes opened. The bewitching look she gave me was all I needed.

Time for round two.

Reaching out, I grabbed a big handful of that muck, that I had scooped to the sides of Brooke's belly, and slapped it into her pussy. She arched her back and almost came off the ground as that cold sludge hit Brooke's hottest possession. Gently, I ground that mud down past her lips and onto her more sensitive parts.

As she slithered and squirmed in the grassy, mud soaked area, I heard Brooke's highly audible moans. And then something else. It started softly at first, but then built in intensity. Do it!

"Do it, Bobby. Do it!" And again, "Do it, Bobby. Do it!"

So, I did it.

Each time my lips licked her southernmost lips, Brooke gasped. Each time, my mud-soaked Burt Reynolds, another name for my mustache, wiped some of that muck from her lips, she quivered, and then shivered, and then moaned. And each time my tongue tickled Brooke's clit, she yelped a cry of joy.

I started to sense that the moment was at hand. As Brooke's passion reached a new level, her breathing became more shallow, more rapid. My friend's body tensed then retracted, almost in rhythm with my mucky works. Her fingers started digging into my back with more intensity. Fortunately, Brooke is not one of these women who paste mini-stilettoes onto the ends of there fingers, or my back would have been torn apart.

As I lapped way at her muddy pussy, Brooke Maddison soared on the heights of a rising plume of extrasensory overload, until she could no longer hold back. With a light spray of saltiness mixed with mud, I tasted and even felt when she came for the first time. Wave after wave, torrent after torrent of feminine juices were unleashed as I continued to tickle Brooke's most tender place, the g-spot, with my tongue. At that moment of intense sexual release, Brooke grabbed my butt and held on for dear life. Her legs, so limp, so pliable until that moment suddenly wrapped themselves around my waist and squeezed for all their worth. I sucked in a really deep breath of air with the mounting pressure against me. Then I let it out, as Brooke finally let go.

Wow! I do believe that is the most intense orgasm I have ever felt a woman have. It is amazing. Brooke Maddison, you ARE amazing!

Finally, we came back to earth. I lost track of how many times, Brooke had unleashed her cum, how many times she had climaxed, how many orgasms she had experienced.

Oh Bobby, oh baby, that was . . . that was . . . so . . . so . . . oh baby . . . it was so awesome! So amazing . . . so . . . so . . . oh wow

As Brooke released her hold on me, I sat up. And looked down upon the most radiant expression I had ever seen.

Thank you, Bobby. Oh, thank you so much!

"Thank you, Bobby."

"You are so welcome, Brooke," I replied while looking down on the mud-covered features of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

Now, as we both laid in that short grassy stubble that all but hid the muddy pit until almost on it, we regained our strength. Then Brooke got to her knees. She reached up and pulled off that all but useless blouse and let it fall to the ground. Brooke Maddison was now, unequivocally naked.

Looking at her mud-soaked and extremely inviting body, I could feel my loins start to stir again.

Down boy!

Laughing, I said in an oh-so-casual manner, "you know what, Brooke?"

"No, what, baby?"

Then with a smirk, I replied, "you look to clean too suit me."

Then I pushed Brooke Maddison over the edge and back into that mudhole. The loud splat I heard, followed by her cussing told me I had hit the spot.

"YOU son-of-a-bitch. I'll get you for that."

As I crawled to the edge and cautiously looked down, Brooke was waiting for me. And the next thing I knew, I was joining her in that muddy slop.

Having ingested a fair amount of mud as I landed on my face, it took a few seconds to spit it out and regain my equilibrium. Brooke used that time to good measure. When I was finally able to regain my senses and clear my eyes, she was already rolling me over onto my back in that muck.

When I looked up, expecting to see a harsh look if not downright anger, I saw, instead, the most wonderful smile over a grinning, but mud-covered face. As the mud fell in torrents from Brooke's head, I heard her say, "I love you, Baby. I love you!"

"Oh baby, I love you, too!

"I love you, too!"

As I lay there, once again, covered in a fresh coating of slimy mud, Brooke started to unbutton my sky-blue shirt. Then she unzipped my trousers. And before I knew it, I was just as naked as Brooke. With a bewitching smile, my new best friend forever, or BFF, started to nibble at my mud-soaked chest, pulling ever so gently on my nipples with her mud-caked lips. As they hardened, so did my cock. And in no time at all, I had a grade-A hard-on. And Brooke Maddison was eyeing it hungrily.