BR Day 11 - Lewder

You just came buckets inside her, but… you have to maintain your honor. Dizzy and breathless, you splash across the pool to her and sink to your knees. Ignoring your own sticky cum, you press your face between her legs, finding her clit with your tongue. She wants you to fuck her, but you need at least a minute to get hard again. This will drive her wild.

The acoustics in the dark cave just amplify her shrieks of pleasure as you tease her clit. Your cum is leaking out onto your face, but you don’t care. You slide a finger inside her, flicking your tongue against the hood of her clit as she tries to keep her thighs spread for you. They’re shaking.

“Riley!” she shouts.

You shove your tongue into her sticky pussy and grab her firm buttock, squeezing it savagely.

“Ah!” she yells. This has gotten a little out of control, but you’re going with it. The clenching and flexing in her ass is enough to get you there. You’re ready again. You stand up, wipe your mouth, and slap your hard cock between her buttocks.

“Fuck me,” she begs, pushing her ass out toward you.

She doesn’t need to ask. You grab your cock, position the swollen head, and slide right in.

“Ahh…” she moans as you go deep, swallowed by her warm, sucking walls. You place your hands on her smooth hips and lean into her, sighing. “Yes, Riley. Baby. Please.”

Light shines on the wall ahead, and you freeze.

Beth looks up, startled. The light moves. That’s from a flashlight, and you can hear footsteps.

Beth looks back at you in panic. You pull out, and together you jump out of the pool. She grabs the clothes while you grab the backpack. Together, you both dive into a dark alcove and take cover.

Holding her wet, naked body against yours, you hold your breath and peer out as someone appears, emerging from the tunnel.

You can’t see clearly because of the flashlight, but it appears to be a tall person.

“Hmm,” the person says. It’s a woman, and she has an accent. “Thought I heard something. Disregard that. This is the inner chamber. In the past, we’ve had excellent luck here. Let’s have a look.” The light moves around.

Beth quivers in your arms. You both try not to make a sound.

“Here we are,” the voice goes on. The accent reminds you of Riona’s. Perhaps this woman is Irish. “The pink herb, as expected. It’s not clear to me why it flourishes in these caverns, being a fern. There’s no biological explanation. No sunlight here. But here are three specimens, a mere twenty meters from the cave mouth. I’ll recover one and leave the other two. The pink herb is notable for its ability to give energy and stoke the libido, although it does have side effects relating to certain erogenous zones,” the woman goes on. “There’s no question. The pink herb is the future of the development of F-Virus. We’ll need to secure a steady supply of the herb, the ability to cultivate it ourselves. That means that one way or another, we’ll need to understand why it likes this cave so much. Which is to say, Annette, you stingy cunt, pay for me to get a bloody cave expert in here.”

The woman stops there, and the light vanishes.

You and Beth listen as the footsteps fade. When they’re gone, Beth starts to breathe again.

“What the flying fuck?” she demands.