Tails
By Rachel Carpenter
(Continuing a story started by Sapphire and Lyhnn Copper)
Chapter 38
I froze. My tongue was stuck to the
top of one cupped breast, and my fingertips were firmly attached to the other
nipple. My hair cascaded over my body to my waist, the waves parted to eddy
around my curves so that nothing was concealed. Both Bob’s and Linda’s eyes
were super glued to my naked upper torso. Time stood absolutely still. The air
grew heavy though I don’t think that anyone dared to breathe.
"
"I’m okay, guys" My words shattered
the tension. Bob and Linda blinked as if newly awakened from a hypnotic trance.
But they will still looking right at me. I squirmed under their scrutiny and
that damn bed squeaked and creaked again. Linda giggled.
"I forgot about this bed, Bob. Now I remember
why we put this one in the guest room and bought a new much quieter one for
ourselves. I’m so sorry, Terri." Linda strode to the bed and put her arms
around me. Tears that had been forming in my eyes spilled out and down my
cheeks. I missed my Sam! I felt the hysteria rising and the tears flowed
abundantly. I began to sob. Linda held me, stroking my hair and my back. I felt
the bed sink behind me, and Bob’s arms stole around both Linda and me. We
rocked and swayed a bit as both Linda and Bob cooed soft words of comfort. I
was a mermaid sandwich! The sheer absurdity of the situation began to creep
through the gloom I felt and my mood brightened. I sniffed and a hand bearing a
tissue appeared under my nose. I blew. Hell, I trumpeted! The three of us
dissolved in laughter and splayed over the bed. How silly I felt! This was not
the end of the world, I would get through this and soon Sam and I would be
together and I would not be a mermaid anymore and all this shit would be over with
and….
The hand that had been stroking my back, I am
not sure if it was Bob’s or Linda’s was stealing over my shoulder and fondling
my neck. It felt so warm, it almost burned my skin, but I liked it. Lips
brushed my forehead and I closed my eyes. This was not real; this was some
dream or something, part of the mermaid magic. But it felt really good. The
kisses rained on my upturned face as the emboldened hand moved over my chest. I
convulsively arched as it made contact with my nipple and a moan escaped my
parted lips. A part of me wanted everything to stop, to go backward, to uncross
those boundaries that had given me the illusion of safety. But most of me was
being swept away on a tide of feelings. I had no real desire to stop anything.
And I didn’t stop.
I opened my eyes and Linda was there, kissing
and licking my breast, her hands smoothing the scales over my "thighs". I
turned my head to watch Bob nuzzling my shoulder, felt his arms encircle my
waist, and sighed as his hands cupped my breasts. He lifted them, offering them
to Linda’s seeking mouth. I had never felt anything like this in my life; I
never wanted it to end.
I stretched one arm back to caress Bob and was
surprised to find that he was shirtless. When had he taken it off? His chest
was just a little hairy, crisp and curly over his pecs, wavy and silky as it
traveled down over his fairly flat belly. I paused in my exploration, wondering
where was the homophobic aversion that I should be feeling. I was a
heterosexual "man" intimately touching another heterosexual man and both of us
were enjoying the contact. Why? Why was I not repulsed? Bob had an excuse, I
looked like a fantasy come to life, and I wondered if there wasn’t some
"magical" sexual extra enticement built into the spell I was under.
"Oh!" I gasped. Linda’s lips encircled my erect
nipple and tugged rhythmically. I thrilled at the echoing spasms that filled my
slit. I arched in response to a need I didn’t really understand. I squirmed and
felt rushes of heat enflame my skin, I knew I was growing moist and swollen.
And I wanted, I wanted so badly. But what did I want? I wasn’t sure.
I felt Bob leave my side, and I wondered why he
would go. But in an instant, he was back, but it was different. He was naked!
He stretched alongside of me and encircled me in his arms. Then Linda slid off
the bed, only to return minus her clothes. Bob’s nakedness was a bit
frightening, but Linda’s was familiar, somewhat like Sam’s. Besides, I was
comfortable looking at a naked woman. I had been looking since puberty. As if
he understood, Bob stayed to my side, trying not to intrude on my nervousness
and I soon accepted him. I began to lose track of whose hand was which and I
lost myself in the waves and waves of sensation that crashed over me. My hands
and mouth sought out skin, Linda’s or Bob’s, it was all the same. I was hungry,
and I could not be sated.
Linda gently rolled me onto my back and she
covered my breasts with more kisses. Bob began at my navel, and trailed kisses
over my belly to my scales. I felt him continue lower and lower, till his lips
found the parted place in my scales that housed my sex. He kissed it, almost
reverently, licking his lips, tasting my juice, seeming to savor me. He dipped
his tongue into me over and over, driving me almost mad.
"Now!" I cried, "I want it now!" Bob eased his
body up and onto mine, being so careful not to put his full weight on me,
bearing much of it on his arms. He kissed me, then Linda. She stroked his back
and his buttocks, teasing and tickling and fondling him in her knowing way. I
felt his cock probe my slit and I opened to him. He slid in easily, but stopped
suddenly.
"Linda! She’s a virgin!" he cried, and froze in
mid stroke.
"Go very gently, my love, little by little. It
is very important not to hurt her too much. Slowly, very slowly." Linda was
calm and she calmed Bob. I didn’t really understand and I didn’t really care.
Then there was the first twinge of pain. Bob eased back, Linda nuzzled my upper
body, and I cried out in protest.
"Why are you stopping? I don’t want you to stop.
I want it all! I want it all now!"
"Terri," Linda cooed in my ear. "Calm down, you
have a little problem there and we are trying to deal with it. You have a
hymen, and it will hurt when Bob breaks through it. I just don’t what it to rob
you of your pleasure. We will go slow and make this the best sex you have ever
had. Just be patient" She took both my nipples in her hands and rolled them
gently between her thumbs and fingers. I sighed as the pleasure began to build
again. Bob had not withdrawn completely from me and he moved very slowly,
rocking back and forth in an almost imperceptibly deepening rhythm. Every
stroke increased my pleasure, but each withdrawal left me wanting. When I could
bear it no longer, I reached up and pulled Bob’s body off his supporting arms
and thrust my slit onto his hard cock. I screamed as the searing pain flooded
my vagina, but it was quick to subside. I relished the fullness of his thick
cock inside of me and instinctively I moved and arched up to encourage his
pleasure and my own. He caught my mood and thrust hard and deep.
"Fuck me, Baby, fuck me!" I crowed. The bed
creaked and squeaked, I suckled Linda’s tits and slapped Bob’s ass. I was on an
uphill gallop and the top was in sight. Nothing could stop me; I was going all
the way. Yee hah!!!!!
When it hit me, I exploded into colors that
never had been experienced before. Cries of joy assaulted my ears and I did not
know who made them. Spasm after spasm wracked my body, each harder and more
pleasurable than the last. Bob thrust and thrust, initiating wave after wave of
orgasm, building his own crescendo from the music he played on my body.
Finally, when it could be contained no longer, he burst inside of me, his own
cries mingling with Linda’s shouts of encouragement and my subsiding contented
coos.
We cuddled, spooning into each other, trading
sighs and soft caresses. I never had been so spent in my life. Sex as a woman,
or mermaid, was much better than it had ever been as a man. I could not
understand why any woman could ever want to leave her bed, except perhaps to
eat. And speaking of eating, I was starving! Suddenly I wanted food, the
gooier, the more decadent, the better, and the more I desired it.
"I am going to the kitchen! Everyone follow me!"
I chortled. I squealed as Bob lifted me up and slung me over his shoulder, so
that I did not need to change out of my tail. I bounced atop Bob’s shoulder,
giggling as he galloped though the house. I was plunked unceremoniously in a
kitchen chair, and Linda flung open the refrigerator.
"We have juice, and pickles.. and chocolate
pudding!" Linda cried.
"Chocolate pudding!" we echoed.
"And here is some whipped cream!" she shouted,
brandishing a can.
"Whipped cream!"
"Some strawberries and grapes and aha! Some
mallomar cookies"
"Bring it on Baby, bring it on!"
Linda dumped her treasures onto the kitchen
table and we dug in. We dipped strawberries into the pudding and piled them
onto the cookies. My job was to squirt pretty globs of whipped cream on top of
the gooey fruity mess. I licked my fingers and sucked the juices off my hands,
thoroughly engrossed in the sensual feast I was helping to prepare. Bob poured
out glasses of a rich and sweet sauterne wine and we surveyed our creations.
"Looks yummy, let’s eat." We bit, and licked,
and chewed, and smacked our lips in delight. I motioned Linda to come close to
me and I licked a spot of pudding and cream from the corner of her mouth. She
kissed me in return and I sighed. This was so good. If only….. Sam! Oh my god,
I had forgotten all about Sam! What had I done? I had cheated on Sam! Panic and
remorse welled up in my throat and I feared that I would throw up. I began to
shake and sweat beaded my brow.
Bob and Linda noticed the change immediately."
Terri? Are you alright? You don’t look good. What is the matter, Honey?"
"Sam" I croaked, "What have I done to Sam?"
"Oh shit! I forgot about her." Linda admitted.
"We got carried away, Terri, Sam would understand, if you decide to tell her."
"If I decide to tell her? I don’t understand,
what do you mean, if? I have to tell her, don’t I? Oh, she is going to hate me!
Why did I do it?" I wailed.
"No you don’t HAVE to tell her, telling her
might make you feel better, but it will only hurt Sam. Haven’t you ever read
Dear Abby?" Linda reasoned.
"No, I haven’t. I don’t know what to do, I have
to think this through. I have to go somewhere and figure this out."
"Go, go where?" Bob asked, "why do you have to
go?"
"Well I can’t stay here, I can’t risk a repeat
of tonight. We got very out of control and I don’t know for sure, but something
weird was happening. Maybe something magical enhanced what we did. It was so
…compelling. But where could I go? I can’t go home just now, Sam’s parents are
still there. Besides, Sam would see right through me anyway. So where?"
"Terri, I think you are overlooking the
obvious," Linda said, "you are a mermaid, go to the water. Think there, decide
what you want to do. At least you can’t get into any trouble, well, not this
kind of trouble that is."
"That’s it, water, I will go to the ocean. Just
tell Sam that I craved the water and went to the sea to satisfy an urge." I
babbled.
"Terri, you have to tell her yourself, we can’t
do it. We are just as much cowards as you are. Write a note if you are too
chicken to tell her in person." Bob reasoned.
"A note, that sounds doable." I grabbed on to
the idea like a man drowning, grabbed pen and paper from the noteboard behind
me and began to write.
More Tails by Rachel Carpenter Coming Soon!
since 05/23/03