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Mermaids I was on holiday, staying at the Unseen Girl's beach-house and learning how to dive, as there was very little else to do there - the shack had running water, electricity and a telephone, but there was an unspoken rule about not bringing record or compact-disc players, radios or televisions (or computers :), so it was either diving or reading Rimbaud (while I found the rhythms of the words interesting, Rimbaud is more entertaining if you can understand French). The ocean beach nearby was secluded; it was hard to get to (well, it was impossible to get to by car) and miles from the nearest shop. From the road, it looked like any other scrub-dotted nondescript bit of foreshore. You might see the occasional Surf Nazi scouting for somewhere different to fall off his board, but on the average, we saw two visitors per week if we were lucky. She used to dive with little or no clothing apart from flippers, weight-belts and masks (my overwhelming self-consciousness rarely let me disrobe completely); despite this, I never mentioned the possibility of a bit of casual intercourse during a dive ... the relationship I had with Unseen (to this day I still don't know her real name) simply wasn't that sort of relationship, at the time. The nearby ocean beach was exquisite; at least a dozen grades of sand, from bone-white talcum-powder consistency to the coarse grey grains that led up to the rock-pool, which was more of a rock-crescent; a basin about five metres deep at the centre, filled at high tide from the two-metre-deep 'gate' that faced the ocean. Unseen told me that she had once seen dolphins playing in the pool, but no sharks, jellyfish or anything else that wasn't smart enough to get in - the gate was only exposed to the ocean for about two hours a day, depending on the tides. There wasn't much seaweed (unlike beaches that resemble great stretches of untrimmed pubic hair - yuck!), although I occasionally saw a strip of that black rubbery stuff draped along the beach after a storm. I had decided to go snorkelling in the rock-pool one evening; I was enjoying myself so much that I stayed out until after the sun had set. Evening had come on so gradually that I didn't notice it until I came up and saw the full moon glowing overhead. The evening was warm, so I decided to stay out a while longer, floating on my back, eyes closed, the mask pushed up to rest on my forehead. I heard a splash, towards the ocean end of the pool, and thought that Unseen had decided to join me; I felt the surge of her movement as she swam past, underneath me. I rolled over, blowing water out of the snorkel, and moved the mask down over my eyes. Through the fogged-over glass, I saw a long, lithe shape swim past - and unless she had suddenly grown a tail-fin, it was not Unseen. It was too small to be a dolphin; my first thought was that it might be a shark. Moving very carefully, I lifted one side of the mask, allowing a trickle of sea-water in, which I swirled around to clear the film of vapour that had formed when I had the mask pushed up. The shape swam by again, and through the thin layer of water that made the image ripple, I saw her clearly in the moonlight. A mermaid. Her skin was an unusual, pale-white shade, lighter than dolphin-grey; the extremities were tinged light-green, as was her long, flowing blonde hair. As she swam by again, my gaze wandered down her sinuously-writhing back; there was something unnerving about seeing feminine hips start to curve into a pair of rounded buttocks, followed by what appeared to be two very attractive legs wrapped in a tight grey skirt, only to terminate in that sweeping, twin-scimitar-curved tail-fin. Abruptly, she rolled over as she made another pass, and my breath caught in my throat - she was young, her bare breasts just beginning to make themselves apparent - and very beautiful. Our eyes met, and she was surprised to see me, her mouth becoming a pouting 'o', eyes wide. She paused, her hair drifting up around her head like a wind-blown veil, and then with a powerful flick of her tail, she shot towards the ocean-side gate. I barely had the presence of mind to surface, yank my mask down and catch the sight of her tail as she leaped out of the pool, a glistening grey moon-lit arc. I swam towards the gate and hoisted myself up on the rock ledge, but she had gone. Back in the holiday shack, Unseen was riding a pedal-powered compressor, recharging a cylinder. I wandered in with a dazed look on my face, and she knew exactly what had happened. I sat in one corner of the room, knocking over a small stack of Rimbaud paperbacks. "You'll never guess what I just saw." Unseen got off the bike, closed the valve on the cylinder and said, in an offhand way, "You were out by the rock pool and you saw a mermaid, right?" "I was out by the - well, yes." I don't know why I was surprised at this. "Friend of yours?" She smiled mysteriously. "You could say that." After a pause, during which she obviously enjoyed watching me trying to find a polite way of asking her about 'her friend', she told me. "I saw her for the first time, about six months ago, when I had just started diving. I was spending a lot of time in the rock pool - mostly to avoid my mother's boyfriend - and I decided to spend an evening out there. She jumped over the ocean-side gap before she knew I was there, and jumped out again as soon as she saw me -" "She did that today -" "- well, she's had a chance to get used to me ... you didn't make any threatening moves towards her, did you?" I gave a short laugh. "Oh yeah, I rolled over. I can see how she'd be threatened by that." Unseen looked at me sourly. "She's probably well spooked, so she won't be back tomorrow night ... I'll come out with you on Thursday, and introduce you to her." 'Does she speak English?' "She doesn't speak at all ... I've found that actions speak louder than words. Particularly so under water." With nothing else particularly interesting to focus on, I found my thoughts continually turning to the mermaid, finding myself heading back to the rock-pool for no apparent reason, standing at the ocean-ward ledge, looking for her. I could almost hear Unseen snickering derisively. The hours dragged by interminably; at one point I was reduced to constructing elaborate sandcastles to retain my sanity, but the time passed. We spent Thursday afternoon in the rock-pool, diving without masks (the salt water stung my eyes at first, although the longer I stayed under, the less I noticed it). For some reason, Unseen was even more apprehensive than I; glancing towards the ocean-side gate with increasing frequency, until, just as the sun touched the horizon, she gave in and swam over by the ledge, hauling herself up on it. "Can you see anything?" I called out to her. She turned around, and something struck me about her expression. She dived into the pool, surfacing very close to me, then tentatively reached out to take my hand, squeezing it and drawing me even closer to her. Not knowing what to say, I remained silent, thinking of 'Leapin' Larry L's aphorism, 'It is better that people think you might be a fool, than to open your mouth and remove all doubt.' After a couple of false starts, she managed to say, "I want you to understand the sort of relationship I have with her." My apprehensive look softened to something that I hoped indicated that I understood completely, and I was rewarded by a warm smile. "You don't think that's strange, do you?" "Who cares what I think?" I replied, half-seriously. By way of answering, she drew me into her arms and kissed me. We were still joined in that fashion when the splashing sounds came from the oceanward side of the pool. Unseen turned around slightly in my arms, but I didn't need to move to know that the mermaid had arrived - I felt the water swirl around our legs as she passed by. Unseen broke from our contact momentarily, to whisper: "Don't make any sudden movements - just keep -" She pressed her lips to mine again, so it was a few seconds before I could ask, "What's happening?" "There's two of them." At this, I felt a surge of excitement that almost overcame the feeling that Unseen's attention was causing. My back was still towards the larger extent of the pool - the area that they were swimming in - but when they passed, the water swirled, bumping my body against Unseen's. I was reminded of dolphins at play. "Okay," Unseen murmured, "They've noticed you here with me. Turn around very slowly, and whatever you do, don't bare your teeth at them." She released me, and, treading water, I slowly turned around. The one I had seen first was floating about three metres away from me, her head and shoulders just out of the water; she was supported by occasional flicks of her tail. She blinked at me, as if she were unfamiliar with the feeling of air on her face. I wondered if she felt as uncomfortable above the surface as I did when I opened my eyes under it. Behind her, swimming in nervous circles near the rock-gate, was another female, younger, with dark hair. She kept diving under the surface as if she disliked being out of the water, or possibly to gain momentum for a leap out of the rock-pool if that should prove necessary. Unseen held her hand out to the first mermaid, who looked nervously at me, and then swam closer, exercising the utmost caution, as if she feared that I would bite. Gradually, she got close enough for Unseen to grasp her hand firmly, and some of the nervous tension left the mermaid, although her companion didn't seem any more at ease. Unseen drew the mermaid's fingers up to her lips and kissed her fingertips softly. The mermaid's eyes closed and she shuddered slightly. When she opened her eyes again, she looked directly at me and smiled. Her eyes were dark, almost all pupil, with glittering highlights in a narrow band of dark green iris. Very long, beautiful lashes. I returned her smile, taking care to keep my mouth closed. With one hand, she swept her hair back in a very feminine gesture, and bent to kiss Unseen's fingers. She turned to her companion and made a sideways, loose-wristed flapping gesture with one hand; reassured, the dark-haired mermaid stopped swimming back and forth near the gate and came over to join us. Unseen released me to drift a few feet away and watch enviously as she embraced the silver-haired mermaid. I was surprised when the dark-haired mermaid tentatively touched my arm and looked at me with an enquiring gesture, her head slightly to one side, a faint smile on her lips. My attention was momentarily torn between the compelling sight of Unseen and the silver-haired mermaid entwined in each other's arms, mouths pressed together hungrily, and the hypnotic gaze the dark-haired mermaid was directing towards me. She won, although I could see that she was experiencing the same indecision, obviously fascinated with the way her companion was behaving. She licked her full lips, her pale pink tongue appearing momentarily, and held out her hand nervously, as if she were expecting to lose it at any moment. Deciding to follow Unseen's lead, I held my hand out, palm upward, to allow her to lay her hand in mine. When she did so, I bent down very slowly and touched my lips to her cold, wet fingers. She gave a tiny gasp, and for the first time, I wondered whether they were mammals, if they could filter water for oxygen or whether they needed to surface periodically, like whales and dolphins. She turned her hand over, grasping mine, and brought my fingers up to her mouth, slipping my index finger in, caressing it with her tongue. Wau, I thought, I wonder where she learned how to do that ... My eyes closed, I sighed with pleasure; to my great surprise, she actually put her arm around my shoulders and drew me closer to her. Opening my eyes, I saw a combination of child-like glee and lust glittering in her eyes; she was proud of the reaction that her ministrations had caused. I heard a splash behind me, and a low moan from Unseen, but I was too preoccupied to think about her safety, as my companion chose this moment to thrust herself forward, pressing her tiny breasts against my chest, squeezing me gently and pressing her lips to mine. They tasted slightly salty, cool and wet. She was losing her inhibitions rapidly, clutching at my shoulders, sliding her mouth around, her tongue darting between my lips to touch mine. She pressed me back steadily until I was forced up against the wall of the rock-pool; she appeared content that I couldn't escape and was determined to enjoy this experience to its fullest. Out of the corner of my peripheral vision, I saw Unseen lying flat on the surface of the water, her legs firmly wrapped around her companion's tail, which surged back and forth, propelling them in slow circles around the center of the pool. She lay with her face just under the surface of the water, and I wondered how she could breathe like that until I saw her turn her head to one side, snatching a breath. She saw us, smiled and returned her attention to her companion. My attention, which had wandered, was drawn back sharply as the dark-haired mermaid propelled me sideways with a single flick of her tail, then pushed me over onto my back. I had time for one gasp of air as I went under, backwards and upside-down. She accompanied me on my journey to the bottom, one arm around my shoulder, the other under my arm, gently nibbling on my neck as she pushed me into the sand. My resolution not to make any threatening gestures or movements was tested to the utmost, as cold sea-water knifed into my sinuses and pounded at my ear-drums ... and as my hastily-snatched breath began to grow stale, I realised that she could stay underwater far longer than I could - but she didn't know that. I tried to wrest her arms from around my neck, but she grew even more agitated, sinking her teeth into my throat, thrashing back and forth with her tail, driving me along the bottom of the rock pool until we fetched up against the rounded base of the seawards wall. A few grains of sand that had been disturbed by our passing were rubbed into my face by her hungry kisses. Suddenly, her companion was at her side, circling overhead. The dark-haired mermaid glanced up, her hair drifting up around her heart-shaped face; at some gesture from her companion that I couldn't see, she grabbed my hands and dragged me towards the surface. I hadn't swallowed much water; that which I had taken in had gone down my windpipe (of course :), and my determination to avoid coughing only made it worse when I eventually gave in. The dark-haired mermaid backed off with a distressed expression when she saw the wracked state I was in. Both mermaids dived under the surface and, acting on a suspicion, I dropped until I had one ear below the surface. I could hear very faint, high-pitched squeaks, similar to the sounds of bats we heard overhead at night pursuing insects via sonar. As Unseen swam over to make sure that I was going to survive, the mermaids surfaced again, and the look of pained contrition on the face of the dark-haired mermaid would have made George C. Scott weep in sympathy. I dropped my gaze and smiled as convincingly as possible, almost bursting as I resisted the impulse to cough again. Both swam at me and hugged me in a slippery variation on a three-way wrestling hold, the dark-haired mermaid unsuccessfully trying to repress a mischievous smile as we kissed again. The silver-haired mermaid nuzzled my neck also, until her companion firmly pushed her away; she darted off, grinning, to resume her activities with Unseen. The moon had risen; the night sky was crystal-clear, the stars overhead almost blazing. The dark-haired mermaid and I rotated slowly in the middle of the pool, locked together firmly, slowly exploring each others' bodies. Her hand brushed the front of my swimming trunks, and I could feel her lips twitch into a smile when she felt my erection. I ran my hands down her sides, rubbing her ribs and the ridges of muscle that lay under her slick skin, relishing the sensual sound of her breath in my ear that this stimulation elicited. With the utmost caution, I slowly moved a hand around to her belly, just below her navel; she took my hand firmly, spread my fingers out and pressed them against her midriff, slowly moving them up and down. While her other hand insinuated itself under the waistband of my trunks, she kept my hand pressed to her front, slowly rubbing, until my fingers detected a slight raised ridge - no, two ridges, parallel, running lengthwise from a spot about five inches below her navel to just above where her legs would be joined. She pressed my middle finger against the ridges, which parted around my finger as it slipped inside. I felt a sense of exultation; this was something I had been wondering about ever since I had first seen them. I pushed her over until she was resting horizontally, her small breasts bobbing just above the surface of the water, her tail right-angled downwards, flicking back and forth languidly. As I kissed her throat and gradually moved my attention down to her breasts, she tossed her head back and from side to side, her face submerging, water streaming from her long hair. With my arms underneath her, I relished the slick texture of her belly, my tongue seeking out and locating the ridge my finger had been directed to previously. She bucked wildly as I dipped my tongue into the salty fissure, stroking upwards, the ridges becoming more pronounced and, even in the moonlight, visibly pinker in shade. She shuddered, and if she had possessed legs, I could imagine that she would have spread them; she had to be content with arching her back, thrusting her crotch out of the water at me. I manoeuvred her over to the edge of the pool and helped her up to rest partially on an uneven sort of ramp; her shoulders and middle back out of the water, her 'legs' and tail trailing below. I put my hands around her hips and pressed my face into her cunt, slowly repeating an upward stroke and being rewarded by the sight and feel of her lips swelling, the salty taste of her fluids taking on a muskier scent. The end of her tail was about level with my crotch, and as I plied my tongue, she writhed and pressed the trunk of her tail between my legs, lifting me slightly out of the water. I carefully wrapped my legs around her tail, one hand around her waist, the other reaching up to caress a nipple as my tongue teased her lips in slow spiral patterns. She began to buck her hips, wriggling from side to side and thrashing her tail vertically; realising that she wanted to return to the water, I took her hands and dragged her forward. She slid underneath me, maintaining a firm grip on my hands, dragging me under with her. As we descended, she kissed me, pushing air into my lungs - well, air ... it felt more like pure oxygen ... I felt giddy as she undulated around me, down to grab my ankles and drag me down further until I was resting on the bottom again. Her hips writhed past; I reached out to put my hands around them, finding the fissure that my tongue had been investigating and renewing the acquaintance. It seemed as if I could hold my breath for ever; when the need for air manifested itself again, the silver-haired mermaid appeared with another lungful of that intoxicating exhalation. I lingered over the contact as long as possible, but she pushed me back towards her companion, smiling. I worked at her pussy with vigour, moving my head from side to side, nibbling on the soft bump that nestled under the juncture of the lips, running my tongue around it. She suddenly drew my trunks down, past my ankles, wrapping her arms around the backs of my thighs, my aching erection exposed to the cool water for a moment before being enveloped in the soft warmth of her lips. Her companion appeared every two minutes or so with a fresh charge of air, which was making me feel dizzy. As I held her clitoris between my lips, tickling the end with my tongue, she slowly drew my cock into her mouth, her lips holding the head as she drew back. Her companion had completely involved herself with Unseen, and when the need for air grew too great, I reluctantly disentangled myself and made for the surface, the dark-haired mermaid trailing momentarily, then releasing her hold, sliding up my body to join me at the surface. The air tasted strange after whatever-it-was that they had been feeding me, and I found myself blinking, much as the silver-haired mermaid had, at the feeling of cold air on my eyes. Unseen and her partner were still submerged somewhere. The dark- haired mermaid put her arms around me from behind, rubbing her hand along my ribs and pushing my legs apart with the broad sweep of her tail. I turned around within her embrace; she wriggled forward, guiding me into her with one hand. Her cunt-lips pressed painfully against the sides of my erection, although when I thrust in as far as possible, she didn't look as if she were in pain; quite the opposite. I wrapped one leg around the back of her tail for added purchase and we danced there, almost as if we were suspended in the air. The pressure she applied more than compensated for the slipperiness that the water gave everything. Strangely, I didn't feel as if I were struggling towards orgasm; I was quite content to float there all evening, slowly inserting myself and tasting the sharp salt tang of my companion's lips. She had other ideas. With sharp, irregular movements she pushed back at me, her tail slipping back from between my legs, striking the water with the fins outspread, shoving me backwards by degrees until I was held against the ocean-side wall again, whereupon her thrusts gained something in urgency and her breathing could be heard over the sound of the waves crashing against the far side of the wall. She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed away from me, staring fixedly into my eyes, my hands around her waist. I watched, entranced, as with each thrust, she flinched slightly, biting her pale lower lip. Her eyes closed, the feathery lashes quivering; her mouth open in a silent scream as her lips clamped down on me. As she came, the channel that my shaft was buried in wrenched downwards, shuddering as it returned to its regular orientation, then jerking down again. This unusual motion brought me to a protracted climax, painful in its intensity at first, then drawing out into a blissful, soaring feeling. The wild motion of her tail as the climax passed pushed us both out of the water and half-up onto the rock-ledge. I lay there on my back, my feet dangling in the water, my erection still inserted and showing no signs of wilting as she wriggled into a more comfortable position, sprawled over me. She pushed herself up on her hands, smiling down at me; then, her eyes narrowing in a predatory fashion, she lowered herself to kiss me, her arms going around my shoulders, gripping me harder, her kiss becoming more impassioned until she sank her teeth into the corner of my mouth, drawing blood. This seemed to satisfy her; she relaxed her grip on my erection, wriggled her ass and slid off to one side to lie next to me, panting. Someone grabbed my feet; Unseen lifted herself half out of the water to rest on her forearms, nestled between my legs. With a knowing smirk, she nudged my upthrust cock with the back of her hand and was about to say something when she lifted out of the water a few inches more, slowly settling back. She closed her eyes, and with a look of sublime rapture, began bobbing up and down lightly in the water. The dark-haired mermaid sat up, regarding this display bemusedly; she pushed over to the edge, stroking Unseen's face, bending to kiss her. I got up and saw the silver-haired mermaid stretched out, her head nestled between Unseen's thighs. Unseen gripped my hand; with the other, I lazily teased her nipples whenever they came within reach. Working together, we brought her to orgasm in less than two minutes. I was obliged to grab her arm to stop her from sinking as the silver-haired mermaid darted out from underneath her. Suddenly, the dark-haired mermaid turned to look out over the open sea, her eyes wide. She hastily rolled into the water, circling her companion, and I thought that I could hear more almost-ultrasonic squeaking. The dark-haired mermaid surfaced and tugged insistently on my foot, almost dragging me into the water; I obliged, sliding down next to her. She touched my lips where she had bitten me, and planted a soft kiss there; a peculiar expression crossed her face, and then she dived under the surface, shooting across the bottom of the pool accompanied by her companion. They turned about at the far end, and shot towards us, leaping from the water side by side, over the rock wall and into the ocean, slipping into the waves without a splash. I saw two vague grey shapes flickering through the darkness, and then they were gone.

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