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

Later, as we lay there in that shallow muck, with Brooke tracing lines through the mud on my naked stomach, while I gently played with the nipple of her right breast, I said, "Brooke, you are the most amazing woman I have ever met."

And Brooke Maddison startled me when she got all misty eyed.

What's wrong, baby?" I said as I gently took her in my arms. As muddy goo rolled down and off our naked bodies, Brooke Maddison, the love of my life, kissed me, and then through tear-filled eyes said, "Nothing darling. Nothing at all. It's just . . . I . . . I love you. I LOVE YOU!"

"I love you, too" and then I added, "my darling. I love you more than life itself, baby." And then, I kissed her.

After this brief interlude, Brooke and I plunged into that really nice, brown, silky, almost pudding-like mud. And for the next half hour, Brook Maddison and I played in the mud, while stark naked. And we had a ball. Ha!

Wow, I thought when we finally came up for air. She is so hot. Brooke Maddison, you are absolutely amazing.

Oh Bobby. OH Bobby, how can I ever thank you. I've never . . . never had an orgasm like what you have given me today . . . WOW!

When we came out of that slop, looking like two prize hogs from a Tennessee farm, Brooke and I were completely unrecognizable. Except, of course for her big 36DD boobs and my massive hard-on. HeHeHe.

Once again, I lifted Brooke in my arms and carried her to the shallow end of that mud, and then I gently laid her on the soggy ground.

Looking down on this modern-day goddess, I marveled at who lay before me. Michelangelo couldn't have done a better job chiseling a statue than what lay before me.

Wow . . . she's so . . . she's so beautiful.

Now I started playing with Brooke's muddy boobs again, or as some would call them, her muddy puppies. As I massaged Brooke's breasts, first one, then the other, I saw life start to come back, first in her areolas and then her nipples started to harden again.

As gooey mud dripped off my head and face onto her very large and impeccable boobs, I saw the nipples on Brooke's boobs return to life after lying dormant for a short period of time.

And when this mere mortal in the form of an old-time Greek goddess, stroked my manhood, just once, it awoke from a slumber, too, and quickly reached out for another round.

"Brooke," I said, while gently cupping her chin, so covered in mud, in one of my hands, "Do you want me?"

Softly I repeated those four words, "do you want me?"

Those four words, magic words, powerful words, hung over my best friend like frosting on a cake. As I looked down on Brooke, with mud dripping off my face and onto hers, I saw her eyes widen. A smile crossed my friend's mud-drenched lips. A nod, bared perceptual, then one word.

"Yes."

It came out barely louder than a whisper. But I heard her, loud and clear.

"Yes," I repeated.

"Yes," the most beautiful woman in the world said as she looked into my eyes with anticipation.

"Yes, Bobby, oh yes. I want you."

So, I took her.

While Brooke was gently guiding the sign of my manhood into her most prized possession, I traced a line around both of her mucky puppies with my index fingers. It just about sent Brook up the wall when I reached out with my little fingers and tantalized the nipples on each of her breasts.

Then I started fucking Brooke, as we began to make love.

In and out, slowly at first, so gently I thrust my cock into that warm and wet place of womanhood. In and out, in and out.

As I progressively picked up the pace, Brooke started humming softly. At first, her chants were soft, barely audible, but as the tempo picked up, so did the volume of Brooke's voice. In and out, in and out.

Brooke was in a zone, all to herself, oblivious to everything around her as she moved to my rhythm.

Wow! I can't believe her. She looks so peaceful, so serene. I can't believe this is . . .

Suddenly, Brooke's eyes opened. As I stared down at her, all the while continuing my rhythmic stroking, in and out, in and out.

A slow smile, almost a mischievous grin crossed Brooke's muddy face. She licked her lips, reached up with one hand and softly caressed my muddy face.

"Bobby," Brooke said in a soft tone, hardly more than a whisper, "can I get on top?"

"Of course," I said after a short pause.

"If that's what you want, then . . ."

And in the next instance, I reached behind Brooke's back and very quickly rolled over. So quick in fact, that I never disengaged, never pulled out my slime-covered cock from her mud-filled pussy.

Spitting out grimy goo, as Brooke's head had briefly been submerged, while we were turning over in that mud. She coughed a bit, then started laughing.

"Wow!" Brooke said after another coughing spell, "If I had known you were going to do that, I might have kept my mouth shut." But she said it with a twinkle in her eye.



And now, for the final stanza of our little muddy rendezvous. Slowly, Brooke came to a kneeling position so she could better set up my cock's position. Wiggling, just a tad bit, as she straddled me, I felt Brooke shifting position before finally coming to rest with my muddy dick standing straight up and, in her mucky pussy.

Then, Brooke started moving. Up and down, up, and down, slowly at first, then picking up speed, only to slow down again. Up and down, up, and down.

As I watched Brooke's face, with mud still falling slowly from her muck-drenched features, I noticed, that once again, my friend's eyes were closed. Her lips were moving, but this time no sound came forth. When I reached out and started massaging Brooke's breasts, her body tightened up, ever so much. I felt the lips of her pussy contract upon my hard dick until I almost came right then. With clenched jaw and tightened neck muscles, Brooke went right back to doing what she had been doing. Up and down, up, and down.

Now as we neared that magic moment, as we neared the time of no return, I took one hand away from her muddy breast and started tracing a line up the side of that breast, then along her neck and chin, finally coming to rest upon her mud-crusted lips. And in the next instance, Brooke had seized that appendage, and started going down on it, almost as if she were sucking my finger at the same time, she was fucking my dick.

Oh wow! That's never . . .

Giving in to the moment, I let Brooke call the shots.

As she sucked on my finger, all covered with mud, Brooke kept up the rhythmic movement that was leading to a final climactic denouement. Up and down, up, and down. Faster and faster, my love went. Now, I was caught up in the moment, too. As she came down, I went up, to meet her. Each of Brooke's thrusts was meant by a counterthrust by me. Melted mud flowed down off Brooke's body as the heat generated by two moving parts, once again, liquified what had started to dry. Pulling my hand from Brooke's face I quickly latched onto the only handhold I wanted at this moment in time, her 36 Double-D breasts. And I held on for dear life.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I came. In that last moment before eruption, I felt Brooke's pussy eject what seemed like a minor tidal wave of feminine juices.

Wow! Whoever said a woman couldn't come, too, was an idiot.

As all of that warm liquid rushed down and over my cock, I erupted like Krakatoa on August 27, 1883. And just like Krakatoa, it wasn't the first orgasm, nor even the second ejaculation that was the most powerful. As I shot my load, so to speak, the first time was massive, the second even more so, but it was the third one that really rocked Brooke's boat.

"YES!" We both shouted in unison.

I don't know how many loads I shot into Brooke's messy pussy. At least six, possibly even as many as nine or ten times. But finally, it was over. As I looked up into Brooke Maddison's face and saw all that dripping mud all but obscuring her features, I knew this was the woman I would love for the rest of my life. Oh baby. You are the one who completes me. My other half, my better half . . . my soulmate. Where have you been all my life, Brooke?

"Bobby," Brooke said in a choked voice, "I love you! I . . . Love . . . YOU!"

"I love you, too, baby! More than life itself!"

Now as we lay there in the mud, two statues, made of living mud, one atop the other, I could feel Brooke's breathing slowly return to normal. I could feel her pulse return to normal. Tha . . . Thump, Tha . . . thump, tha . . .thump.

And as I helped, that beautiful creation to her feet, the woman that I had come to love so much, this perfect person, though covered in mud, she had all the redeeming qualities of another work of art that many considered perfect, a piece called the Venus de Milo, or Aphrodite of Milos, a sculpture in the renowned Louvre Museum in Paris, France. That famous work has been credited to a wandering artist named Alexandros of Antioch, a first century BC sculptor.

Oh wow. He is so beautiful, like the marble statue of David, created by Michelangelo, a 16th century artist, perhaps best known for his paintings on the ceiling of he Sistine Chapel in the Vatican.

While Brooke was comparing me to Michaelangelo's David, and I referenced her to the Venus de Milo sculpture finished some 1,500 years earlier, our mud-soaked bodies returned to an almost normal, or even dormant stage. As our pulses slowed and our breath-rate returned to a more sedate state, Brooke smiled at me. I gave her a big grin. And then we started laughing.

"I love you," I softly whispered to Brooke. She mouthed the words, "Me Too!" And then, I kissed her, in reference to one of my favorite songs, Then He Kissed Me, a song made famous by the Chrystals, one of the great girl bands of the early 1960s.

"Oh Bobby, just one more thing," the love of my life said.

"What's that, baby?"

"Happy 4th of July, baby" And then, she kissed me. Ha!

"Awe baby, you're the best. Thanks! And I returned her kiss.

"You know, of course, this is the day we kicked your ass," I said with a smirk.

"There you go with your bullshit," but she was grinning as she said it. And then, to take the sting out of the words, she added, "sweetheart."


Later, as we were making our way back to where this wondrous of days first began, I spotted something sitting partially submerged in the muck.

"Hey Brooke," I said, noticing something off to the side of our little pool of mucky mayhem. "Get a load of this," I said as I retrieved her backpack which had fallen into the muck when she first fell, and now was only partially submerged. As I walked back to the woman I loved more than life itself, I opened the pack and started pulling out items of clothing. Holding up her black latex outfit with the cutouts so her boobs were fully exposed, I said, "it seems to me I recall someone saying she wanted everything to be perfect. And of course, I had a huge grin on my face when I said it.

The look in her eyes said it all. I knew there would be more to come.

But, that's another story for another day. LOL!