Mud on the Water: Part 2


Oh wow. Fuck Me! That is so . . ."

"Hmm Hmmm!" Oh wow. He tastes so good!

I can't believe this is happening to me. As I looked up at this beautiful, mud-covered creature, who was giving my equally mud-soaked cock a blow-job, I felt my dick swell to an impossible size. To say it was the most erotic experience I had ever felt would be an understatement.

As I lay there, quivering with excitement, all I could do was hang on for the ride. So, as Florita got into a rather unique motion, I slowly grasped the back of her head, and rolled with the moment. Up and down, as she sucked my dick, and then in and out, sometimes with a tickling movement of her lips, which sent waves of ecstasy up my spine, Once, while she was giving me an amazing blow job, Flavia took her tongue and wrapped it all the way around my balls. And then, as if to entice me, that wonderful spirit would actually tickly my balls. Oh, how that would send me shivering up the wall. One time, I actually thought I was going to cum right then and there.

But she always knew when to slow down, when to pull back, when to prolong my sensory override. Finally, however, she took it to the next and final level.

It seemed as if my little Latin firebrand pressed a switch which allowed her to open her mouth just a little more. This time, she took in, well everything. My dick, both my balls, everything was swallowed up in a big dark chasm, and as she went down that last time, like a striking serpent, Florita's tongue slowly, almost as if in slow-motion, recoiled, first around my balls, then my dick. But the finale straw was at the end when she pulled back. The tip of her wicked tongue seemed to snap out and strike, though gently, oh so gently, the very tip of my dick. And when she did this, I literally exploded. White hot cum, about a ton, it seemed, shot out like magnum from Krakatoa. This torrent of molten jism literally followed her tongue as it left me. And when it did, that liquid fire struck her squarely on the face, right where her upper lip seemed to make a mucky bridge for her nose to rest. I saw her head rock back, as if from the unseen force of some mighty fist.

The second wave was almost as powerful as the first, and then the third and fourth waves of muck-tinged cum also splattered across her face. These were followed by multiple, though lesser, waves of released pent-up sexual overload until finally, after what seemed an eternity, I was completely spent. And Florita's beautiful, mud-soaked Latina-face was covered with my sperm.

"OH Wow!"

Fuck Me! What a ride! Thank you, Florita. Thank you so much, so very much!

As I lay there, spent after my rollercoaster ride with the most beautiful woman in the world, I looked into her mesmerizing eyes.

Slowly I reached up and took Florita's head in my hands. I pulled her down to me and feeling Florita's still-mucky boobs against my chest, I gently placed my muddy mouth upon her grunge-covered lips, and I started kissing my Latin lover. Our tongues were like a couple of ballerinas frolicking amid a playful session of a London ballet, darting and dancing, interlocking one moment, before pulling apart and dancing around each other's luscious mouths. I quickly felt my manhood stir to life, again.

Seeing me fumble with the latch to her jeans, Florita pushed my hands away, and unbuttoned her muddy trousers, then opening the zipper, she stood up and began to peel off that layer of messy, mucky, mud-covered denim. As Florita stood, though, in an effort to pull her pants down, I watched my new found love lose her balance and then do a complete header right into the muck by my right side.

Laughing while watching Florita attempt to regain her feet, during the time she was trying to untangle herself from the mucky mess she found herself in, I had rolled to my side and finished removing my ruined khakis. Now coming to a kneeling position, I reached down to help Florita pull off those skin-tight jeans from her mud-encased body. Once again, Florita was completed covered with dripping black muck that just seemed to ooze from every pore of her body.

Oh wow, it's magnificent, Florita thought as she lay there in the muck, staring at my hard-on which was poking through the open flap of my boxer briefs. I want it . . . in me . . . all the way . . . in me!

It took some doing, but I was finally able to remove those jeans, leaving Florita in only that red, one-piece, swimsuit that I loved so much. Staring at those magnificent bare boobs, except for a liberal coat of mud, I licked my lips all the while thinking, I want it all. I want it all.

As she lay there on her back, covered in mud, and so inviting, I reached down and started pulling Florita's one-piece all the way down. And before I knew it, she was completely naked, save the all-pervasive layer of mud that covered most of her magnificent body.

Now, as we stood up, I was able to view my Latina lover with a more critical eye. Though she was covered in mud, Florita's legs and even her most tender spot, the junction where those two magnificent lower limbs came to a juncture were mostly white as the mud had not been able to seep into them due to the tightness of her clothes. As I looked, the realization came to me that Florita's pussy was completely shaved.

Wow . . . she's a shaver. Who would have thought that . . .!

Thinking back on it, I don't know why I was so surprised. I just had never thought about it. Oh well. WOW!

"You know, Florita, there is something wrong with this picture," I said, leaning forward.

"What's that, Bobby?" She said, conveniently oblivious to the fact that I had now placed one hand on her right shoulder while laying the other on the back of Florita's left hip.

"You look too clean to suit me," I laughed just before throwing Florita back into that deep pit of black mud.

I rolled her over a couple of times just to make sure she was completely saturated, and then I let her up.

Florita came up swinging and her round-house to the side of my left jaw drove me back into that grimy mire. When I came up, covered in mud myself, and holding my aching jaw, I heard Florita say, "you son-of-a-bitch, I'm going to kill youuuuuuu . . . oh no. Baby, I am so sorry. Did I hurt your?"

Mortal anguish filled Florita's eyes as she rushed to my side.

"Are you okay, Bobby? Did I hurt you, Bobby?"

"No. No . . . I don't think so." I had to shake my head to clear the cobwebs. "No, I don't think you hurt me. At least not too badly."

I smiled as I looked at Florita's mucky face, then her entire mud-soaked body. None of my Latin-lover had remained unscathed by my latest assault. Every square inch of Florita's body was coated in that slimy black mud. Only the whites of her apprehensive-filled eyes shone through the mire that covered Florita.

Black muck, dripping from her saturated hair, splashed all over my chest as Florita stood there checking me for any injuries.

"I'm okay, Florita, really, I am," I said with a smile. The aching pain in my jaw had subsided some. Now was time to reassure my Latin lover.

"Oh, please forgive me, Bobby . . . I am . . . so sorry. Please forgive me."

"There is nothing to forgive, dear . . . nothing at all," I said with a reassuring smile.

As I stood up, black slimy mud poured off my half-covered body. Florita gazed longingly at my mud-encrusted dick, just sticking out, like some ancient yardarm, standing at attention. Soon, she started unbuttoning my shirt, until at last we were both completely naked.

Now, I wanted her. I wanted Florita in the worst way possible. I slowly lifted her light frame and moved to the side of the trail. Although it was still muddy, at least we weren't in four feet of black muck. I set Florita down gently and then straddled her.

"Florita," I said gently, "do you want me?"

"Yes." Her chin, so covered with grimy muck, quivered. "Yes, I do, Bobby. I do so much." And then after a pause, she added, "take me!"