Becca XXX - Spring Tide Ch. 01

Salt and tangy pussy juice filled my taste receptors, making my own quim twitch in anticipation.

"Aaahhhhh," she gasped, pushing down to encourage me.

My tongue got to her clitoral hood and I worked her lips apart to get to her erect bud. The gristly bean was as hard as a bullet and twanged as the tip of my tongue flicked over it.

"Oh, fuck yeah," she moaned.

Lick - slurp - flick - suck.

I started to work on her in just the way she liked it. We often tried new things together, but we both knew what the other liked best so we usually stuck to it. We didn't have time to experiment this morning.

I pursed my lips and sucked her tiny clit into my mouth. Her hips started to rock back and forth as she got into a rhythm, knowing what was coming next.

Her hands came down and grabbed the back of my head, squirming her sopping snatch into my face. She wanted as many nerve endings as possible to be stimulated at the same time and rubbing her slimy vulva all over my chin and face was the best way to achieve it.

"Tongue-fuck it," she ordered. "You know you love it."

My face was soaked already as her juices poured out. I obeyed and left her clit momentarily so I could penetrate her velvet tunnel with my tongue.

Poke - slide - gush - slurp.

I pushed it into her as deep as I could go, trying to touch her cervix as her honey flooded into my mouth. She was tangy, salty and slick and I was so excited that I couldn't resist touching myself between my legs.

"Slurp... oh fuck... you sloppy bitch... you taste so good," I groaned, flicking my fingers over my engorged clit.

"Mmmm, oh... ugh... Becca... right there," she whimpered.

Her thighs clamped my head in place and she started to grind her pussy into my face. Her fat lips moulded around my nose and mouth as I pushed my tongue back into her. We had sex toys in the van, but we weren't about to use them. This was about pure unadulterated sex in its rawest form. We had all the equipment we needed to get each other off without the need for buzzing toys or rubber cocks.

Her taste was indescribable as it dribbled out in a constant flow, filling my mouth and dripping off my chin.

Rub - grind - slip - slide.

Lick - slurp - kiss - suck.

I knew she was getting close when her thighs tensed and her back arched. It never took either of us long at the hands of one another.

"Jesus... I don't know how you do it so quick," she squirmed. "You're going to make me cum already."

"I know... you little slut... I can feel you about to explode."

I momentarily left my clit alone and brought my hand up between her legs. Her ass was hovering above the bed as she dug her feet into the mattress and pushed up into a bridge position. It gave me plenty of access to slip two fingers deep inside her and slide them in and out. My sopping lips clamped around her clit and I sucked and licked for all I was worth.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck it... fuck my dirty cunt," she squeaked. "FUUUUCCCKKKKK MMEEEEEEE."

Her breathing quickened and her chest rose and fell as she gulped in air. I felt her pussy walls twitch and then clamp down tight around my digits as she finally came in my face. Her hands came down and gripped the back of my head, holding me in place as she flooded her orgasmic fluid all over me.

She didn't squirt, it was more of a gush like someone opening a flood gate. The force of her climax almost pushed my fingers out of her and I had to push back in hard to prevent them from slipping out.

Rub - grind - slip - slide.

Lick - slurp - kiss - suck.

"Oh... ugh... ah... oh... I'm cumming, you horny bitch... don't stop," she panted.

I held my position, ramming my fingers in and out of her as she gyrated her genitals all over my face, practically using me as something to rub herself on. I just let my tongue and lips work their magic, feeling the emotional connection of her monstrous orgasm. We both needed the release, but I would have to wait my turn.

She bucked and writhed, feeling the immense pleasure increasing with every second. Her legs shook as she fucked my face until she couldn't take anymore. With a long guttural groan, she finally pushed me away and lay on her back shivering from head to toe. She squished her legs together to prolong the feeling and closed her eyes as she recovered.

My sexual energy was now in full flow and, after making my girlfriend cum, I needed the same release from deep within. I needed it like a flower needs the rain so I slithered up the bed and sat down hard on her face.

"Mmmmpppffff," she spluttered, as though it had taken her by surprise.

My meaty labia squished around the contours of her lower face like an octopus sticking to her. She took a deep breath through my folds, inhaling my womanly aroma. Her nose nuzzled against my clit and her tongue slipped inside me like a snake. I looked down to see her wide eyes staring back at me before she narrowed them and enjoyed the moment.

"It's my turn, whore face... make me fucking cum," I spat.

She couldn't answer due to my labia smothering her, but she nodded with lust in her eyes. Her tongue waggled about inside me and she nodded her head back and forth to stimulate my clit with her nose.

"Oooooh fuck... that's it... just like that... smell it... taste it... eat it," I panted.

My belly was doing flips and I brought my hands up and started to massage my tits, throwing my head back and riding her face like a race horse. If anyone was watching from outside, they must have seen the van bouncing up and down. I didn't care, I just closed my eyes and let Natalie drown in my juices.

Her hands caressed my ass cheeks and wormed their way underneath me. At first, I thought she was going to finger me, but then I realised she was trying to prize me off her. I lifted my weight and looked down at her as she gasped for breath.

"Fucking hell, Becca. Let me breathe at least," she spat, gulping in air. "I'm still recovering."

In my throes of passion, I hadn't given her a chance to catch her breath. I just wanted to cum all over her face. I supported my weight on one leg and lifted off her face sideways for a second so she could get some much-needed oxygen into her lungs. Stringy female lubricant stretched between my pussy lips and Nat's face as I slowly rose up. It looked like a spider's web for a split second before the strands broke and hung from my long dark lips like icicles.

"Sorry, babe," I apologised. "I got carried away. I just need you to make me cum so fucking bad."

"It's fine. I thought I was either going to suffocate or drown. My god you're fucking wet today," she complimented me.

"Must be the surf and the company," I giggled.

I wiped my hand between my legs to scoop up the thick clear goop before bringing it up to my mouth and sucking it off my fingers.

"It tastes good though," I laughed.

"I know. Sit that cunt of yours back down and feed it to me properly," she replied as her breathing returned to normal.

I lowered my sopping snatch back down and stopped just above her mouth. Her arms curled over my thighs and her tongue lapped at my undercarriage. She ran it from my asshole to my clit and back again in two long loving strokes. I shuddered and felt the tremors rock my whole body. She was teasing me and also testing me to see how close I was to cumming. My thighs shuddered and I let out a moan of ecstasy.

"Aaaahhhhh... yeeesssss," I whimpered. "You know what I need to trigger me off."

She smiled up at me and giggled.

"Awwww, does poor little Becca need her holes finger fucking like a dirty whore?" she cooed.

"You know I do... make me cum... please," I begged.

Her right hand slid underneath me and I felt her fingers spreading open into two groups. Her index finger and middle finger pushed into my pussy and her ring finger and pinky slid into my ass. I was so wet down there that both holes were penetrated with ease.

"Aaaahhhhh... fuck yeah," I moaned. "That's it... Spock my fuck holes."

I was referring to the character from Star Trek named Spock. He would give a salute with his fingers spread open. Little did he know back then that dirty perverts would use his salute to simultaneously fuck a woman's pussy and ass. It felt incredible as she pumped her hand back and forth while licking and sucking at my clit once more.

Slip - slide - rub - glide.

In and out. In and out. In and out.

Slurp - suck - lick.

The fire inside me grew exponentially as all my nerve endings were stimulated. I gave a little bounce to increase her penetration and I knew I was about to cum. Just like my surf session, I was about to drop into free-fall with no way of stopping it. I was riding the crest and about to glide down the face of the wave into sheer bliss and freedom.

"Mmmmppfff... cum for me Becca... fucking drown me," she encouraged. "Show me what a dirty girl you are."

"Yes... right there... abuse my holes... oh... ah... ugh... don't stop."

My belly sucked inwards and I let out a long cry of pleasure as my orgasm finally erupted out of me. I too gave a gush of female cunt cream all over Nat's face and hand as my muscles contracted around her fingers. My ass and pussy went into spasm and I doubled over on top of her with my face screaming into the pillow to muffle my cries.

"FFFUUUCCCKKK... AAAAHHHHHHH."

The release was sensational after such a steady build up. I'd been horny since I'd seen her putting her wetsuit on and my desire to cum had only grown when I saw her getting undressed.

My whole world seemed to slow down as though I was floating on air in a never-ending wave of pleasure. Natalie continued to fuck my ass and quim, sucking on my clit and lapping up everything I gave her until I couldn't take any more.

I rolled forwards onto the bed like a shivering dog, twitching and convulsing as the aftershocks washed through me. Even the feel of the air on my skin seemed to make me ticklish. Nat rolled up next to me as I opened my eyes to see her beautiful face smiling down at me. Her skin glistened with my juices from her chin down to her chest and I knew I'd soaked her.

"It looks like you needed that," she purred, brushing the hair out of my face. "You came like a bitch."

"So did you," I shuddered, staring back at her.

She looked so angelic and innocent, looking at me with nothing but love and adoration. Moments like these were precious to both of us and all I wanted to do was stay like this forever. Surfing waves and making love to Natalie was a dream come true.

Unfortunately, we still had an assignment to complete and Nat knew that as well as I did. She gave me a kiss on the lips and then slapped me on the ass as she got up off the bed.

"Come on bitch face, Lexa's going to call any minute," she ordered. "Play time is over for now, get some clothes on."

I let out a groan and buried my head into the duvet like a teenager who didn't want to wake up. Natalie grabbed the edge of the duvet and dragged it away from me so I had no choice.

I reluctantly sat up on the bed and let out a long sigh.

"Spoil sport," I complained. "We can just talk to Lexa from the bed. I'm sure she won't mind."

"Normally, I'd agree, but this is a video call and we don't know who else might be in on the call. We'd better put some clothes on this time."

Nat was right. I'd been caught out before, being inappropriate during a call. I'd made some lewd comments only to find out that I was on a conference call with an army general. Luckily, he'd seen the funny side of it, but we didn't want to risk it today.

"I guess you're right," I sighed, searching the tiny space for my clothes. "Where did I put my panties?"

"Here they are," she replied, picking them up and wiping her chin on them before throwing them at me.

I caught the pink cotton knickers with one hand. They felt damp now that Nat had wiped herself on them.

"Thanks for that, you dirty cow," I said sarcastically. "I didn't want your slobber all over them."

"It's your mess actually. Your sloppy cunt's made my face all sticky."

I looked round for her underwear so I could return the favour, but she'd already found them. She swirled them on her finger with a smirk on her face.

"Haha, better luck next time," she sniggered. "Besides, mine are already pretty moist."

She showed me the creamy gusset of her knickers, before slipping them up her slender legs and pulling them into position.

"Eewwww, you filthy skank," I recoiled. "At least put some clean ones on."

"I can't," she shrugged. "They're for a client. Besides, I like them nice and wet, you know that."

"Well, there's wet and then there's just plain filthy," I laughed. "I'm guessing this client likes them extra sticky."

"Yeah, he's one of my regulars, but when I told him I was going on a surfing holiday in a camper van, he almost came in his pants. Apparently, he has a thing for surfer girls."

"And you'd thought you'd cash in on his perversion."

"Of course. I told him I could do him some surfer chick panties. These will be two days wear and masturbated in after a surf session. I also told him I wouldn't be showering which drove him even more wild. He said he can't wait to smell my pissy undies, covered in my girl goo and that he'll send me some pictures of them once he's added to the mess," she smirked. "God, I love my hobby."

"Another satisfied customer," I laughed. "You should tell him you've had a lesbian session in them and charge him even more."

"Ooooh, now there's an idea."

Both of us slipped on a white bikini top and a pair of Daisy Duke denim shorts. We needed to look the part and a baggy, off-the-shoulder surf T-shirt which was two sizes too big finished the look perfectly.

I brushed my hair, which was now almost dry while Nat folded up the rock-and-roll bed. It was on a metal frame which folded back on itself to form a three-seater sofa once it was folded away. She tidied away the duvet and pillows into a plastic box and stuffed it underneath.

I glanced at the clock on the dashboard and saw that it was almost nine o'clock. Lexa would be calling any minute and she was always on time. We made the area look presentable and I dragged out the laptop and set it up on the fold out table. We would use it for the video call as it was secure and easy to set up.

Natalie threw me a bottle of water from the cool box and we both sat down on the sofa waiting for the call.

"It looks like the voyeurs have left," sniggered Nat, nodding out into the car park.

There was now a large empty space where the four vans had been parked. She'd been right about them just looking at us. I was half expecting them to come in for a closer look when we got in the van, but we must have scared them off.

"I'm sure they'll be talking about us wherever they've gone. They'll be telling each other what they'd have done to us if they'd been given half a chance," I laughed.

"Unless they've gone somewhere to enjoy each other," she added, giving me a wink.

"No way. I saw the way they were looking at us. They like tits and pussy, not cock."

We both burst out laughing, but it was cut abruptly as the laptop started beeping at us.

We both had a good look around outside to make sure we weren't overlooked and then I clicked the answer button.

"Confirm you're secure," Lexa snapped without the pleasantries.

"As secure as we can be in a tin box on wheels," I laughed.

"It'll have to do," she replied. "How are you both doing?"

Her tone changed from curt to polite, but she was still in business mode. She was wearing her signature black skirt-suit and white blouse and had an array of monitors behind her. She appeared to be at a conference table and I knew instantly that she was in the operations room at The Facility. Arran was on her right and Ethan on her left. I was glad I'd listened to Nat about putting some clothes on.

"We're doing fine," replied Nat. "The sun is shining and the surf was really pumping this morning."

"Thanks for the sit-rep," she smirked. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourselves, but now the real work begins. We finally have an intel pack for you, but it's still very vague. You're going to have your work cut out for you."

"Don't we always?" I rolled my eyes. "What have you got for us? Are there really Russian operatives down here in Sennen? It still sounds hard to believe."

"There's definitely a credible threat," she pointed out. "Here's what we know so far."

She nodded at Arran who clicked something on his laptop. Our screen changed into a split view. On the left we could see Lexa and the team; on the right we could see a picture of a Russian guy with his known details.

"Based on what Charles Hamilton told you, we've searched all points of entry for the last two months to try and find any known Russian operatives entering the country. This man and eight others entered the UK via the Euro tunnel over a month ago. They are travelling on false passports, but our facial recognition software at the port has pinged them and told us who they really are."

A scarred face of a heavy-set white male stared out of the screen at us. I'd met a few menacing people in my time, but this guy took it to a whole new level. His dead eyes seemed to stare right through me and his broken nose wasn't going to help him win any beauty contests.

"Who's a pretty boy then," I joked. "I didn't know Shrek was Russian."

"His name is Victor Morosov and he certainly shouldn't be compared to a Disney character. I don't think Shrek is responsible for ethnic cleansing, rape or murder. His war crimes can't be proven, but his reputation precedes him. He's been involved in a lot of Russian conflicts over the years and it seems highly coincidental that he's now graced our shores with his presence," she explained.

"Any idea why he's here?" I asked.

"We have a theory, but, whatever the reason, it can't be good."

"Is there any evidence that he's in Sennen Cove?" quizzed Natalie.

"We don't know where he is at present. Since arriving at Folkstone, he's disappeared. He could be anywhere, but it is a hell of a coincidence that Hamilton mentioned a Russian attack and now we have a Russian operative on our soil. MI5 and Interpol are both trying to track him down, but have drawn a blank. Victor and his team have vanished."

"There's not a great deal of surveillance cameras in Cornwall," Arran added. "When the UK government decided to set up the system, Cornwall wasn't at the top of the list of potential terror targets. If Victor is up to something, it would be a perfect place to hide out until he's ready to do whatever it is he's there for."

"So, you don't think he's targeting Sennen Cove? You just think he's lying low until he can make his move?" said Nat.

"I don't think so," Ethan interrupted. "There're plenty of Russian safe houses all over the country that he could use. He could have used the people trafficking networks or drug lords to hide away, God knows there're enough of them in London alone. No, if he's in Sennen, it's for a reason."

"OK, but what could he possibly attack down here? Are there any credible targets?"

"There's nothing specific in Sennen Cove, but there are several naval bases dotted around Cornwall. However, we don't think that even Russia would have the nerve to try and attack those. Whatever it is, it must be something important to them. At this stage we don't know whether it will be a covert mission from them or something to send a message. They could make it look like an accident or make it look like someone else did it or they may want it to be big and bald. The Russian president has enough on his plate with Ukraine at the moment. We don't think he'd want to cause a direct conflict with the west, but anything is possible," said Ethan.

"Maybe it has something to do with the UK supporting Ukraine. It's no secret that we're training their troops to fight back against Russia and supplying them with modern weapons. We're not directly involved in the war, but I'm sure if they could weaken us, they would," I pointed out.