Becca Xxx Spring Tide Ch 10

Authors note: - This is a follow on to the previous episode of Becca XXX. Spring Tide. Please read it before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters

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Becca XXX. Spring Tide. Ch 10.

"Becca? Is that you?" said an American guy on the other end of the phone.

"Who wants to know?" I replied defensively.

"It's me, Agent Sullivan of the CIA. Are you ok to talk for a moment?" he asked.

Sullivan was an undercover CIA operative whom I'd met on my previous mission to Hamilton Island. We had worked together to bring Charles Hamilton to justice and had had some sexy fun along the way. At the end of that mission, I had asked Sullivan to use his powers of persuasion to get Arrow and Naomi released from prison. He had been true to his word and we had exchanged details in case he ever needed to call in a favour in return, but I couldn't believe he was calling me so soon.

"Sullivan?" I gasped. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

I gave Reef a sideways glance as he lay under the boat shelter. I pointed at the phone and made a face at him as if to say: 'Sorry, I really need to take this call'. He put his hand up as a universal signal for 'Its fine,'.

I moved away to gain some privacy, feeling his spunk trickling out of my swollen pussy and soaking into the gusset of my panties. He'd cum in me only moments before the call and the sticky mess made me shudder as I left the beach and walked back up the hill towards the van.

"How are you?" Sullivan asked. "How are things down in Sennen Cove?"

"Who said I was in Sennen Cove?" I asked, wondering how he knew where I was.

"They were Charles Hamilton's dying words, remember? Where else would you be?"

"Ok, I'll give you that one," I laughed. "But I'm guessing this isn't a social call?"

"I wish it was," he laughed. "And I wish I were there in person. I know how much fun we had the last time we were together."

"Awwww, and there was me thinking that you just liked my professionalism."

"That too," he laughed. "In fact, that's why I'm calling. I believe we have a mutual threat."

"Go on," I encouraged him.

"Well, after leaving Hamilton Island, we've been thrown straight onto another case. We have Russians in-country too; just like you Brits. We think that whatever they're planning here must be linked to what's happening over the pond with you guys. I'm just wondering if you'd like to share some intel."

"What... like, I'll show you mine if you show me yours?" I tittered.

"I think we've both seen each other's before and it was a very memorable experience if I remember correctly. I think we could do the same thing again."

"I'm always willing to share," I replied. "But a gentleman always goes first. Why don't you tell me what you know and I'll reciprocate."

I made it back to the van and I pulled the sliding door open. Natalie was chilling out on the bed with a beer and I startled her as I got in the van. She could see I was on the phone and decided not to say anything stupid until she found out who it was. I slid the door shut, sat down next to her and put Sullivan on speaker, making a shush signal by putting my finger to my lips. Nat got the message and stayed quiet as we listened to what Sullivan had to say.

"You certainly reciprocated well last time," he laughed. "Maybe this situation will throw us back together for some more fun and games."

Natalie looked puzzled by the accent and picked up a pen and some paper and jotted something down. She showed it to me and I could see that she'd written the word

'Sullivan?'

as she heard him speak again.

I nodded at her.

"I'm always up for some fun and games. Where are you right now?" I asked, tittering at his joke.

"Long Island, New York," he replied.

"Long Island? What are you doing there, enjoying the iced tea?"

"I wish I had the time. Our intel tells us that we have some Russian mercenaries hiding out somewhere in this area and we have no clue what they are doing or where they are," he explained. "We have been in contact with your intelligence departments and they tell us that something similar is happening over there with you. Can you shed any light on what the hell is going on?"

"How many Russians do you think are in Long Island?" I asked, not wanting to give him too much information until I knew where he was coming from or why he was asking.

"We have reason to believe that there are three separate teams and that they have procured explosives from a local source," he continued. "This looks like some sort of state sponsored attack direct from the Kremlin."

"Any idea what the target is?"

"Not a clue at the moment. But if there're three teams - chances are that there're three targets, not just one."

I looked at Nat who scribbled another word -

'Drone bases x 3?'.

I nodded and asked the question.

"Are there any drone bases in Long Island?" I quizzed.

"What? Why would you ask me that?" he sounded surprised.

I had no choice but to start sharing what we knew. I trusted this guy with my life, but I was still careful what I told him.

"We have three Russian teams over here and we think they may be targeting our drone bases. We have a theory that they may be trying to give their troops in Ukraine an advantage by taking out our drone pilots in the UK. Maybe something similar is happening over there with you guys. It could be a two-pronged attack. Are the US military flying drones in Ukraine from America?" I asked.

There was a pause on the line as he took in what I'd said. Maybe he wasn't alone and was looking for permission to tell me more.

"I can neither confirm nor deny that the US Military are taking an active part in the Ukrainian conflict," he gave me the standard government response.

"That's a yes then," I laughed. "Think about it. If these teams take out the drone bases in the UK and the US, the Ukrainians will have very little air support to repel the Russian invasion. It would leave them extremely vulnerable."

"That's a wild theory, but I guess it's possible. Is it just a hunch or do you have something solid to go on?" he asked.

"We're not sure. Do the initials GH, AC or FA mean anything to you? Could any of them be drone base locations in Long Island or code names for something?"

"Where did those initials come from?" he quizzed.

"From a chat room on the dark web. We think GH might be GCHQ in Bude, but we're still working on the others. Do you have any clue what they might be?"

"No, but we can look into it. We don't have any intel about initials or locations over here. All we know is that the Russian teams arrived separately and have disappeared. They were last seen in Long Island, but it's a large area and they could be hiding anywhere. We know that a local crime lord had stock piled weapons and C4 plastic explosive for them, but the guy who supplied it is now dead."

"You killed him?"

"No, he shot himself before we had the chance to question him."

"We had something similar happen over here. The guy we interrogated decided to burn to death rather than telling us anything. He was also supplying plastic explosives. None of this can be a coincidence. It's too similar on both sides of the Atlantic."

"Agreed," he said. "We hadn't thought about drone pilots. You might be onto something. Do you have anything else?"

"Not really, just three teams, those three sets of initials and some missing PVV-5A. If the teams are all linked, they must be co-ordinating their efforts somehow. Maybe they are communicating through some other chat room that we haven't found yet. Can your CIA guys do some digging and see what you can find? You have a lot more resources to throw at this than we do."

"Anything for the gorgeous Agent Becca," he laughed. "You seem to have a good grip of what's going on and we seem to be playing catch up here."

Natalie picked up on the flirting and started to take the piss like she usually did. She pushed her fingers and thumbs together on each hand and pushed them together as though it was two lips kissing while she pouted her lips out and wobbled her head from side to side.

I almost burst out laughing, but managed to control myself, smacking her hands away to make her stop. She picked up the pad of paper and began to draw something, holding it away from me so I couldn't see. I ignored her and got back to Sullivan.

"Isn't that like most wars you guys get involved in?" I joked. "You're always three steps behind us."

"Ouch, that's a low blow," he sucked air in through his teeth. "I thought we were friends."

"We are," I laughed. "But seriously, you guys need to look into this and see if it holds water."

"We will," he replied. "And we should keep each other updated if we find anything out. How does that sound?"

"That sounds good to me," I replied. "The only other thing we know is that the attacks will take place in a week's time. Does that stack up with anything you've heard over there?"

"We have heard rumours that it's in a week's time too," he confirmed. "This definitely seems to be linked. What's your next move over there?"

"We need to go and see a Russian Communications Engineer who we think might have some information on where the Russians are hiding and what they want," I said

"A Russian Communications Engineer? That sounds suspicious for starters."

"Why does it sound suspicious?"

"I'm always suspicious of Russians," he laughed. "It goes with the territory. He could be a sleeper agent hiding in plain sight."

"I doubt it," I laughed. "He's being blackmailed by the Russians to provide them with some sort of plans or blueprints. They've kidnapped his daughter and are threatening to rape and kill her if he doesn't play ball. They wouldn't be blackmailing him if he was one of them."

"I see your point, but be careful. I never trust those commie bastards," he laughed.

"I'm always careful," I giggled.

"That's true. You were pretty bad-ass on Hamilton Island. You've become a legend over here."

"I'm flattered, I'm sure," I tittered.

"Any-hoo... we need to move on this new intel and get to the bottom of it before it's too late," he stated. "It's been a pleasure as always, Becca. You stay safe out there."

"You too," I replied. "Speak soon."

I hung up the phone.

I looked over at Nat who was still busy drawing on her pad with a stupid grin on her face.

"What are you doing?" I chastised her like a school teacher. "Let me see what you've drawn."

I made a grab for the pad, but she pulled it away.

"Wait," she cried. "It's almost finished."

She scribbled the last few lines and held the pad up to me so I could see her masterpiece. It was a very crudely drawn picture of two people. One was bent over on all fours and the other was kneeling behind her with his cock in her ass. Next to each person, she'd wrote a name with an arrow pointing to each one. I was apparently the one being bent over while Sullivan fucked me from behind. She'd even drawn love hearts around my head and movement lines as though Sullivan was moving back and forth.

"You are so fucking childish," I said. "Haven't you got anything constructive to be doing?"

"Becca loves Sullivan... Becca loves Sullivan... They're gonna get married," she started to chant like an infant in a playground. "He's gonna fuck her."

I could tell she was in a playful mood, but she had no idea that I'd been fucked by Reef less than twenty minutes ago. His cum was still leaking out of my pussy and into my panties so I decided to get my own back on her.

"You are a cheeky little slut," I snapped. "I'll teach you to take the piss."

I snatched the pad out of her hand and smacked her on the head with it. She tried to crawl away, but I grabbed her by the foot and pulled her back onto the bed. I managed to wrestle her onto her back and jumped on top of her pinning her arms by her sides.

"No... fuck off, you fat bitch... get off me," she giggled.

"He's not my boyfriend," I said, holding her down by her shoulders. "Apologise for your childish behaviour."

"It's not my fault you're in love with him," she laughed. "Oooooh, I'm Becca and I have an American boyfriend," she mocked me, putting on a silly voice.

"I thought I was going to marry the two girls that we rescued from Valentin's place," I mused. "That's what you said this morning when they gave me a hug. Make your fucking mind up."

"You want to marry them all because you're a filthy whore," she tittered. "Although, I don't know what they see in you. One sniff of your pussy and they'll be running for the hills."

"Oh, so now I have a stinky pussy too, do I?" I snapped. "Well, if it smells that bad, maybe I should make you sniff it."

I shuffled up her torso, keeping her arms pinned down with my knees. Slowly but surely my pussy got closer to her face, covered only by a thin pair of shorts and my cum filled panties. She tried to fight me off, but it was a half-hearted attempt because, really, she wanted this to happen. It was a spontaneous way to instigate a fuck session and I was all for it.

"Eeewww, keep that stinky thing away from me," she screwed up her face and turned her head away.

I grabbed her cheeks and turned her head back as I sat my full weight down on her face. I could feel her facial features moulding into my genitals as she wriggled to get free.

"There you go, get a good whiff of my sweet pussy," I purred. "I know how much you love it."

Her hot breath blew through my wet gusset and condensed on the fabric as she struggled to breathe. I gave her a few seconds of suffocation and then lifted my soggy undercarriage off her face, staring down at her between my legs.

"Jesus Becca. You fucking dirty bitch. You smell of fresh spunk," she spluttered, taking in some much-needed air. "What have you been doing outside? Has someone cum in you?"

"Yep. Reef fucked me on the beach after we went surfing," I laughed. "He gave me a huge sloppy creampie."

"I told you you were a fucking whore," she giggled. "Mind you, it does smell sexy down there."

"I'm glad you like it because I need you to lick it clean," I said. "It can be your punishment for being such a bitch to me."

"It's not much of a punishment, but if you insist," she shrugged. "Take your shorts off and sit back down and I'll clean your pussy and panties for you. I'm sure you two will taste delicious mixed together."

"Who's the dirty slut now?" I raised my eyebrows at her as I climbed off her face.

I quickly pulled my shorts down to reveal my extremely wet underwear before climbing back on top of her and hovering my sopping panty gusset inches above her eager mouth.

"Fucking hell, how many times did he cum in you?" she gasped. "Your knickers are caked in his seed."

"Just the once, but he's a very heavy cummer," I tittered. "Get licking, slut."

She nuzzled her face into my gusset, sucking our combined juices through the sodden fabric.

Ssstttthhhhhhhhhh.

Her nose pushed against my clit and I ground down onto her face as I took my T-shirt off. My heavy boobs sprang free and I squeezed them hard while Natalie enjoyed the taste of my cummy panties.

"Mmmpppfff," she grunted with delight. "You taste good together."

"He fucked me so deep," I moaned. "I think his spunk will be leaking out of me for days."

"Not if I have anything to do with it," slurped Natalie, pulling my knickers to the side. "Let's get a proper look at you."

She reached up and spread my swollen labia open, making me gasp out loud. I was still very sensitive after Reef's amorous attentions and I knew it wouldn't take long for Natalie to get me off.

"Jesus, it looks like you've got a cunt full of yogurt," she gasped. "I can see it dripping out of you."

I could see it too, hanging from my long labia like an icicle for a split second before it broke off and dropped into her open mouth. She wasted no time in swallowing it down and licking around my opening to devour the droplets of cum.

"That's it, you dirty bitch. Clean my cunt... eat all that delicious jizz," I panted, feeling my vulva tingling with delight.

She got to work sucking on my lips and pushing her tongue inside me while she kept me spread open with her fingers. Despite being fucked to a blissful climax less than an hour ago, I still wanted more. I thought back to Reef's comment about him needing the sea like a drug. I understood how he felt, but my drug was filthy sex and I could never get enough of it.

"Is it as yummy as it looks?" I asked, looking down at her wet face.

She had creamy fluid all over her lips and chin and she opened her mouth to show me the milky juice she'd sucked out of me.

"Why don't you come down here and kiss me and see for yourself?" she replied, almost spilling the contents down her chin.

Although I was loving what she was doing to me, I couldn't resist the offer of sharing a cocktail of Reef's sperm, my own pussy juice and Natalie's saliva so I shuffled back down her body and dropped my head towards hers.

"Hi you," she gargled. "Wanna share it?"

"More than anything," I mumbled, pressing my lips onto hers.

Her tongue slipped into my mouth and I got my first taste of the musky, salty mixture. I couldn't help but think that if this delicious treat could be bottled and sold, I would make a fortune. It tasted like the pure essence of sex. Natalie rolled me onto my side and propped herself up on her elbow as we continued to kiss. She let gravity do the hard work and I opened my mouth as the filthy treat trickled out of her mouth and into mine. We got messy with it, slopping and slurping it around each others lips and sucking it from one mouth to the other.

"Sshhlurrrpp, fuck, that does taste good," I purred. "I'm pretty sure it will make a good lube between our legs."

"Oooh, you kinky bitch," she smiled with sperm dripping off her chin. "I love that idea. Let's get naked. Don't you go swallowing that load, you greedy cow."

I had the majority of the mixture in my mouth as she quickly stripped off while I pulled my panties down. She wasn't exactly wearing a lot so it didn't take long. Her T-shirt flew onto the floor to reveal her perfect tits and her shorts and panties joined it.

She jumped back into the bed and lay on her back with her legs spread wide.

"Spit that dirty mess all over my pussy and rub your cunt against mine," she ordered. "I need an orgasm and I want your body pressed against mine as we cum together."

I moved up the bed between her legs and ran my hands up her thighs. They inched closer, tickling their way to her slit-like gash. I could see her tiny clit poking out from its hood and her slimy juices shining under the dim light in her plump crevice. Her tits were beyond perfect, sitting on her chest like two small hills with triangulation points sticking up on top of them.

I kept the sex juices in my mouth and ran my finger from her anus to her clit, feeling her slickness and parting her lips as I went.

"Oh fuck, Becca," she gasped. "I've been yearning for this all day."

"Mhmmm," I mumbled with a mouthful of cum.

I wiggled my finger around her clit, watching her twitch and writhe as the stimulation took over her body. It never ceased to amaze me how such a small part of the body could give a woman so much pleasure. That cluster of gristly nerve endings was the epicentre to a girl's very soul and I knew how to work it. I introduced another finger and squeezed her clit between them, teasing it out of its hiding place and swirling it around and around.

"It needs lube," she lied. "Spit your lover's cum all over me and fucking mount me."

I lowered my head between her legs keeping eye contact with her until the last possible second. I wanted this to look sexy and she was loving every second of it. My mouth was inches from her pouting cunt and I could smell her pheromones as I opened my lips to release the load.