Mud on the Water: Part 3

As Florita laid there, flat on her back, muddy legs spread wide, I looked down upon that muddy junction between her thighs. And then, I slowly went down on her.

Let me tell you something. Mud doesn't taste good. Especially that foul black shit in the Amazon. But at that moment, I did not care. I went down on that wonderful, muck-covered, shaved pussy, and I ate it for all I was worth.

Using my tongue to good effort, I started clearing the area around the lips of Florita's pussy.

Yes. Yes. Oh God. Yes. Keep doing it, Bobby. Don't stop.

As I went down on her, Florita started to moan. Pretty soon she was gasping. I felt her thighs tremble, her stomach quiver, as I went down on her.

"Oh, Bobby, that is so . . . oh Bobby . . . Oh WOW, that is so . . . good . . . so awesome."

Like a rattler striking, my tongue darted into that deep recess within Florita's most prized possession.

Florita came halfway off the ground when my tongue danced against her clitoris.

"Oh my God," Florita screamed. "DO ME. DO ME NOW, BOBBY!"

"No, not yet baby . . . not yet."

Once again, I dived down, what some of my friends would call muff diving. As my lips rolled over her lips, as my tongue darted into Florita's moist mound of femininity, I felt my lover, moaning and groaning, now slipping and sliding on that muddy slope, in ecstasy as I titillated her pussy, I felt my cock get harder and harder.

I felt Florita arch her back, time after time, as the tip of my tongue danced on her clit. I felt that Latino's nails digging into my back. Fortunately for me she wasn't one of those women who paste daggers onto the ends of their fingers. Then Florita's hands clutched my buttocks and held on for dear life as she neared her climax. I could hear Florita's moans get loader, almost as if shouting for dear life.

Oh Bobby, Oh Bobby, I can't hold on any longer . . . I can't . . . I can't do it.

"Bobby, I just can't hold back any . . ."

"Don't try baby. Don't hold back . . . Let go."

And she did.

Despite all the mud that covered Florita's pussy, I could taste the saltiness as her pussy juices stated to flow. As Florita reached her climax, and as her body was racked by wave after wave of orgasms, I could feel my cock getting even harder.

"Oh baby, oh baby, that is so . . . so . . . oh my . . ."

And then it felt as if Florita had "gone all in" to take a phrase from a game of poker. That wonderfully, fine, glorious ass came off the muddy ground as if it had been glued and finally the suction broke free. As I felt her knees squeeze so tightly around my waist, Florita's head and upper torso shot up in the air. My lips, still sucking on her southern-most lips, rode the wave of ecstasy that my Latin lover was experiencing.

"Oh my GOD!" She shouted.

I felt a splash of salty liquid hit my tongue and then my lips.

OH Bobby . . . that was so . . . so . . . wonderful. I can't believe . . . oh so it was . . . so . . .so . . . so wonderful. How can I ever . . ."

I saw a look of pure joy cross Florita's face.

Oh, how wonderful . . . it feels like my body is floating . . . suspended . . . in some sort of . I don't know, limbo, maybe. Oh wow. Thank you, Bobby. Thank you so much.

"Thank you, Bobby," my lover whispered through mud-caked lips. "Thank you so much."

As I knelt there, between her legs, I looked down at the most beautiful creation I had ever seen. Florita was covered with mud. She looked like she had been chiseled out of living mud, like some laid down sculpture of a beautiful woman made from mud. And I thought silently to myself.

She's mine. All mine. The most beautiful woman in all the world, covered in mud, sated by my manly efforts, belonging completely to me. This most beautiful of beautiful women, in all the world, AND she wants me . . . she PICKED me!

"Do you want me?"

"Yes," she whispered softly.

"Do you want me?" I repeated.

"Yes, do me . . . do . . . me . . . now."

And so, I did her.

As I slid my manhood into the treasure-trove of her womanhood, as I slid my rock-hard dick into her very moist pussy. I took her.

It was slow at first, oh so slow, as I began a titillating movement into the treasured of treasures. In and out, in and out, I thrust my hard cock into that moist treasure of womanhood. And then I retreated. It was like a modern army on the battlefield. I would advance, and take a little ground, before falling back, to recoup, to make my plans for the next offensive. And with every single thrust, I heard Florita moan, ever so gently at first, but then with more vigor as her passion grew. With each thrust of my dick, I felt Florita grow wetter and wetter down there. The flames of passion gripped us as never before. As I got my rhythm down, I realized that Florita was chanting. It was a very soft, almost silent chant. After a while I finally realized what it was.

"Do it. Do it. Do it." Over and over, the love of my life would repeat these two words. "Do It!"

So, I did it.

As we were making mad passionate love, I finally opened my eyes to look at the woman I loved.

Startled I realized she was staring at me.

Shit. She's probably been staring at me the entire time.

Then she smiled. And I smiled. Then I came.

Oh, it was the most joyous of joys. It felt like a tidal wave of swept up passion had finally been released. My cum flowed like a firefighter's four-inch hose being unleashed upon a blazing inferno. Florita's back arched. She moaned. A small yelp excaped her lips. I felt a flood of pussy juices mix with my cum and all that black mud. It was the most titillating experience I had ever felt. Over and over, my cum just kept coming. I lost track of how many times I came, four, five, six . . . maybe more. I don't know. But there is something I do know. That was the single best experience of my life.

And then, just like that, it was over. Done, ended, concluded, finished, it was over. But not forgotten. No, it would never be forgotten. Not for as long as I lived, would this moment ever be forgotten.

As we laid there, two frozen statues of mud, one on top of the other, our racing hearts finally returned to normal. My cock went down, her nipples grew soft, pliable once again. She smiled at me. And I smiled back.

"Shall we go home, my dear," I said softly.

Her smile was all I needed. "Yes, Bobby," she said with a sigh.

"Let's go home."

So, we went home.