Chapter 11 by Zeebop

What Does Angelica Say?

Swim

Lois looked at the white river in the fading light of the glowstick, meditating on the young woman's word. Having just climbed out of that, she wasn't keen on going back in. However, she also wasn't keen on trying to climb a slope with a young woman high out of her mind—one slip and they could both be tumbling down.

Plus...Lois had a feeling that all that semen was going somewhere. She didn't know why or how, but it didn't make sense for someone to just collect that much cum and then direct it down a channel without having some purpose for it, and the reporter wanted to know what it was.

"Yeah." The reporter's voice held more determination than she felt. "Let's swim."

Lois took off her pumps, and helped Angelica out of her boots. Like a mother or a drill sergeant, Lois tied the boots laces together and hung them around Angelica's neck, placing her own pumps inside.

Angelica took Lois' hand as the reporter carefully lowered her feet into the slimy flow. There was a current—and it was a lot heavier than water—and Lois carefully waded in. The cold jizz came up to her hips...and as the reporter went deeper, slipped over the waistband of her pants. She could feel it leak down into her already-damp clothes...and Angelica squeezed her hand as she slipped into the river with her.

"My cunny's wet," the young woman's voice was dreamy. "Is yours?"

"Drenched," Lois' voice dripped worse than her pussy. "And for the record, I really hope you're on birth control."

The "riverbed" felt like rough rock, which was good, because the splooge on the bottom was thick and slippery, the sludge squishing between Lois' toes like watery mud...but they could walk. They kept going into the deepest part of the river, and Lois found she could stand up, chin tilted, and still touch the riverbed while keeping her head above the level of the sperm.

The tunnel that the river of cum flowed into lay directly ahead. Lois took a deep breath, glowstick held just above the pale liquid surface. Angelica's hand, moist and clammy, jizz squishing between their palms, was clasped tightly in the reporter's own.

"Okay," Lois set her mouth in a line of grim determination. "Let's go."