Free Bubbles and Troubles by Bebe Balocca Page A

here?” Carmen whispered. “Will it hurt anything to get this gunk inside me?”
    Brock laughed. “Not this gunk,” he answered. He turned and lifted her onto her knees on the wide ledge of the bath. “If you want to get fucked, Carmen,” he growled, “then by all means you are going to get fucked.”
    Carmen cried out when he pushed into her. He was inhumanly thick and rock hard, stretching the walls of her pussy until they screamed, but the slick silt eased the friction perfectly.
    Carmen curved her back to lift her ass in the air and spread her thighs for him. “Deeper,” she begged. Her hanging breasts swept the surface of the mud—it felt like countless tongues lapping at her nipples. “Harder, Brock.” She slammed her ass against him and felt the slap-splash of sloppy, wet warmth on her thighs. “Ohhh, God,” she gasped. “Whatever you do, don’t stop.”
    “No chance, Carmen,” he promised, gripping her hips tightly. “Not until you’ve come and I’ve come inside you.”
    Carmen panted, every inch of skin alive.
    “This stuff is good for you, Carmen,” he grunted, “because it’s now part of you. Do you understand?”
    Carmen understood nothing but the tight, hard fucking she was getting. She groaned as her climax bloomed through her body. Her inner muscles gripped his cock in quick, rhythmic spasms that beat inside her like the wings of a trapped bird.
    “Oh, yes,” she hissed. “It’s so good.” Just as her own peak began to subside, she felt his cum surge and spurt out of the tip of his cock. The thick, hot mix of semen and silt filled her cunt, as heavy and solid as a fist, and Carmen felt another orgasm build with the rapidity of a rushing train. He held his shaft buried within her until her whimpers quieted.
    Brock sat beside her on the ledge of the bath. Carmen, muscles shaking, took a deep breath. “Fuck, that was good, Brock,” she told him and gave her dirt-spiked head a shake. “I’ve never come close to having sex that amazing.”
    “Although I’d like to,” Brock said, “I can’t take all the credit. A lot of the heightened sensitivity you’re feeling is a result of the unique properties down here.”
    “Hmm,” Carmen hummed. She leant back into the soothing, warm gloop and turned his words over in her mind. “You said this stuff is now part of me,” she recalled. “What exactly did you mean, Brock?”
    “I mean that life as you know it is over,” he answered, “and a new life has begun.”
    Carmen laughed uneasily. “Uh, look, Brock, the sex was pretty amazing, but I wouldn’t say you’re ruined other guys for me for the rest of my life.”
    Brock stood up, looking like a living terracotta statue of the perfect male, then eased into the cool flow of the stream. The silt billowed from his skin in a dirt-brown cloud and disappeared with the rushing current. He tipped his head back in the water and scrubbed the earth from his scalp, then sat upright and shook his head like a dog. Carmen, grinning, raised one hand to shield herself from the watery spray. Brock ruffled his fingers through his ashy-grey hair to stand it on end and beckoned to Carmen. “Care to join me for a rinse, my filthy princess?” he asked.
    Carmen sighed and rubbed her thighs together beneath the surface of the gloopy stuff. Her questions and worries melted away, overshadowed completely by sensory pleasure. “Mmmmm, I’m not ready to get out,” she protested. “It just feels so good in here, Brock.” Brock’s eyes darkened with interest as she lifted her hands to her breasts and slid her fingers over her muddied skin. Experimentally, she shoved her tits together so that they made a squelching sound then released them to create slow ripples. “Are you sure it’s time to get clean, Brock?” Brock watched her hand disappear into the liquid earth. Carmen lifted her feet up to the bench on either side of her and sat, splayed like a frog, with her knees above the surface of the bath.