7 comments/ 48168 views/ 4 favorites Mermaid's Kiss Pt. 01 By: cornishrebel Chapter 1 Phil was in his fifties, and looked ten years younger. His time in the army had left him with good posture and a lean body. He was six feet tall, his short hair was greying, but his eyes sparkled and he referred to his developing wrinkles as 'laughter lines'. He lived on the North Cornwall coast, an area of rugged cliffs, sandy beaches and changeable moods. He had joined up at eighteen, and shown a natural flair for army life that got him noticed, and rapidly promoted. Northern Ireland and the Falklands had left him with some scars and souvenirs, in the form of shrapnel., and the mental images that still sometimes haunted him. At age 48, after thirty years service, he had retired, with a reasonable pension and a slight limp. Susan, his wife, and he had sold their London flat and moved to the South West. Life had been idyllic at first, the relaxed lifestyle, the lack of stress, noise and bustle of the city. Then the drunk driver had shattered everything, taking Susan from him and leaving him alone. At first there had been anger, then the misery, then the drinking. Then he discovered a love of photography, finding solace, beauty and inspiration in the land surrounding him. He had managed to sell some of his work to magazines and papers, the stark beauty of Cornwall's iconic engine houses, moors and the sea seeming popular with tourist publications. It wasn't a fortune, but it kept him comfortably off. Enough that he could afford to have a local lady, Mrs. Trelawney come in once a week to clean. As he stood, mug of tea in hand, looking out of the window, wondering what the weather would bring, the early June sun casting shadows and making the gorse seem brighter than usual, he was roused from his reverie by the harsh ringing of the phone. Putting his tea down, he lifted the handset, pressed the answer button and held it to his ear. "Hello." "Phil? It's Margaret." The familiar voice of his younger sister came to him. "Maggie? Hi, how are you? I haven't seen you since the funeral." "We're fine. Look, Phil. I hate to ask, but we need a big favour. Would you mind if Alison came to stay with you for a few weeks? Steve has been offered a post in the states for six months and he wants me to go with him. Trouble is, Alison starts University in September and we don't want her to miss the start of term." Phil's mind wandered for a moment. Alison? He remembered her from the funeral, some five years ago. God! Was she eighteen now? She must be. He remembered her as a slightly awkward, gawky girl. A little shy and quiet, just on the rink of blossoming into womanhood. "No problem, sis. The house is huge, and there's plenty for her to do in the area. I'd love to have her stay. It'll be nice to have someone to talk to beside Mrs. Trelawney." "That's wonderful, Phil." The relief showed in Margaret's voice. "She'll be coming down on the train next Saturday. Thanks ever so much. I'm sure she'll be no trouble. You'll hardly know she's there." They chatted and exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes more, before Margaret said she had to go, and hung up. Phil retrieved his tea, lukewarm now, and sipped it thoughtfully. An eighteen year old girl, staying for the summer. What was he letting himself in for? Chapter 2 "Cornwall? CORNWALL?!! I don't want to go to Cornwall, and I don't want to stay with Uncle Phil!" Screamed Alison. "Why can't I stay here?" "We've discussed this already," said Margaret, calmly. "Your father and I have to go to the States, you are off to university, and we want to make sure you are looked after properly." "But what about my friends, what about Pete?" "Pete?" Her father snorted. "That tattooed layabout?" "Yes," retorted Alison. "Pete. My boyfriend." "The further we can get you from him, the better." Replied her father. "I don't like him, and I think he's a bad influence." "I love him!" shouted Alison, tears of anger welling in her eyes. "And he loves me!" "Look, darling." Said her mother, soothingly. "You'll only be down there for a few weeks, and we'll be back before Christmas. It's all been arranged. We've organised spending money and the tickets. Phil will look after you, and you'll be able to swim, surf, anything you want. He's agreed to put you on his insurance so you can drive yourself. I doubt you'll even see him, he spends all his time out with his precious cameras. Think of it as a holiday by yourself." "OK. But I'm not happy, Mummy." Alison ran up to her room and texted Pete with tears in her eyes, blurring the characters on the screen of her phone. She had planned to give her virginity to Pete during the holidays; to prove her love for him. Now her parents had put paid to that. 'sorry babe. Got 2 go away 4 a few wks. Back soon. Luv u. Ali. XX' She waited for the familiar ring of an incoming message. It arrived and she read it. 'no probs. C u soon. Luv pete xx' She scrolled through the menu options to the photo album on her phone. There she found the one she wanted. Pete, stripped to the waist, showing off his tattoos and nipple ring. She thought back to the first time they had kissed, in the front seats of his car. As she looked at him, and remembered, her hand strayed down towards the waistband of her jeans, and she deftly unbuttoned them. Her slim fingers moved inside her jeans, then into her panties, through the wispy down to her throbbing clit. With practiced moves, she stroked and caressed herself, her fingers finding just the right rhythm and pressure, feeling her wetness growing as she strummed and probed, biting her lip to stifle her moans as she reached a peak of pleasure, clenching her thighs together on her hand as her climax overtook her, waves of pleasure crashing over her. Her body shivered and shook in the aftermath, as she reluctantly withdrew her hand, lifted it to her mouth and licked her fingers clean of her juices. 300 miles to the south-west, Phil went out to the large garage, opened the doors and went inside. He walked over to a shape, hidden under a blue cover and pulled it aside. Underneath was a gleaming, red 1968 MGB roadster. Phil had bought it second-hand, not long after his 21st birthday. Over the years, it had rusted and developed faults, but Phil had spent the last 5 years restoring it to pristine condition. Now it sat next to his everyday workhorse, a Landrover, in the garage, only being used on high days, holidays, and for the odd classic car rally. Alison would love driving it, he hoped, far more suitable then the 'landy'. He put the cover back on, and went inside to call the insurance company. Mrs. Trelawny had left him a sandwich and cup of coffee on the table, along with a note that she was going shopping. He phoned the insurance people, got Alison added to the policy...nearly dying of shock in the process, as they informed him of the extra premium...but he paid it with his credit card, nevertheless. He sat and finished his meal, looking out over the moors behind the house. Then, gathering his camera he set out. Chapter 3 Saturday rolled around, and Phil found himself parked outside Penzance station in his Landrover, waiting for his niece to arrive. Mrs. Trelawney was back at the house, cooking a 'special' dinner, as she called it, just for him and Alison. He sat, smoking nervously (he had been meaning to give up for years now, but never got round to it), listening to Pink Floyd's 'Dark side of the moon' on the cd player, and wondering what Alison looked like now. Would he recognise her? He had her mobile number, and she had his. She had promised to phone him when she arrived, and he was waiting nervously for the shrill ringing that would inform him of her arrival. The band were half way through 'Money' when the phone rang, and he picked it up. The display showed 'Alison'. He pressed the 'answer' key and held it to his ear. "Hi, Alison?" "Uncle Phil! Hi. I'm outside the station. Where are you?" Phil turned his head towards the entrance of the Victorian building and nearly dropped his phone. A lithe, blonde girl in jeans and a tight T-shirt, with a suitcase was holding a phone to her ear and looking round. 'God! Is that her?', he thought. 'she has grown in 5 years'. "Yeah, Alison." His mouth was dry, and his heart racing now. "Black Landrover. I'm opposite the entrance." The gorgeous blonde turned her head, then waved. "Hi there. Got you!" She hung up and started walking towards him. Oh god...it was her. She was beautiful. Tall, shapely...with superb hips, legs and breasts. His manhood started to respond to her...and he fought to control himself. He opened the door and stepped down, going round to open the rear door for her luggage. As she got close, she dropped the suitcase, and flung her arms round his neck, kissing him on the cheek. "Hi, Uncle Phil! I haven't seen you in years!" Taken aback, Phil tentatively put his arms around her and hugged her gently. "Er...nice to see you, too, sweetie." They untangled themselves. "why don't you jump in? I'll put your bag in the back." "OK." She said, and almost skipped round to the passenger side, then scrambled up into the Landrover's cab, giving Phil a good view of her round buttocks under the tight denim. Phil lifted the case into the Landrover, surprised at the weight, shut the door and got into the driver's seat. He buckled up and started the car, pulling out of the station car park, and heading off into the traffic. "I hope you're hungry. Mrs. Trelawney's made us a special meal for tonight, to welcome you." He said, trying not to look at her, the way the seat belt accentuated her breasts, the diagonal strap snuggling between them, making them seem fuller than before. "Who's Mrs. Trelawney? And...oh, wow! Floyd...'dark side of the moon.'" Alison spun the volume control up, almost to maximum, the bass distorted and rumbling. "Do you mind?" She asked, grabbing a cigarette from the pack on the dash, and using his Zippo, expertly, to light it. "Does your Mum know about this?" he asked, taking one himself. "Probably not," She answered, winding the window down, letting the blue smoke disperse. "You have great taste in music, Uncle Phil." She said, singing along to the track. "Thanks. I thought your generation were all Eminem and Snow Patrol. It's nice to meet an aficionado of the classics. Oh, and Mrs. Trelawney is my housekeeper. She cooks and cleans for me." They turned off the main road then and along a track, which opened up into a broad gravel courtyard, in front of a large, granite house, with an old Fiat parked out side. Phil parked, applied the handbrake, turned the engine off and got out. He went round to the rear of the Landrover and retrieved Alison's case, while she alighted. "Wow, Uncle Phil. Nice place." She gasped. "Glad you like it," He replied. "think of it as your home for the next few weeks, and please...just call me Phil, you're making me feel old with the uncle thing." "OK, Phil." She laughed, and followed him through the front door. "Come and meet Mrs. Trelawney," Phil said. "She's been dying to meet you." Alison followed him through the house, to the kitchen. She'd been expecting an elderly, greying old spinster...what she saw was a beautiful, dark haired woman in her early 30's, in jeans and a blouse. Slim, with long hair, tied back in a ponytail, with dark eyes, full lips and a boyish figure. "Alison. This is Mrs. Trelawney...Jan. Jan, this is my niece, Alison." Mrs. Trelawney took the proffered hand. "Hello Alison. Nice to meet you, Phil has told me so much about you." She smiled, her face lighting up, her eyes twinkling. "Nice to meet you, too." Replied Alison. "I hope he hasn't told you too much." "Nothing bad, anyway." Said Jan. "Well, I must be going. Dinner's in the Aga, and I've laid the table in the dining room. See you both tomorrow." Mrs. Trelawney smiled at them both...seeming to linger for a fraction on Phil, then left. A few moments later, they heard the sound of her Fiat leaving. "I'd better show you to your room." Said Phil. He took Alison's case, and led her upstairs, opening the door to a large room, with built-in wardrobes, en-suite bathroom and a huge, old wooden bed. The bay window looked out over the cliffs and the ocean beyond. "Make yourself comfortable, I'll see you downstairs when you're ready. I'm going to have a shower and get changed. Yell if you need anything, Ok?" He left her to unpack, and headed off to his own room, at the end of the house. He undressed quickly, turned the shower on and, once it was up to temperature, got in and started to soap himself. As he did so, his thoughts turned to Alison, and he felt himself growing hard. He grasped his shaft with a soapy hand and started to stroke himself, imagining what her young body was like, her breasts, her nipples, her pussy. How she would feel in his arms. His hand moved faster, he felt himself nearing the point of no return. With a groan, he came, spraying thick white semen into the shower, he watched it wash away...and finished washing himself, slight pangs of guilt racking him at the realisation he had just masturbated while fantasising about his own niece. Phil dried himself, dressed in a pair of chinos and a short-sleeved shirt, slip-on shoes and went downstairs. Alison was already there, in the sitting room. She had changed into a light summer dress, which hugged her in all the right places, emphasising her young body. She stood, looking out of the large picture window, gazing at the expanse of the Atlantic before her. The evening light shone through her dress, making it transparent, so Phil could admire the curve of her legs, all the way to the top, where he could just make out the outline of her panty-covered slit. He felt himself growing hard again. He coughed, to announce his presence, and she turned, startled. As she faced him, he could see she wore no bra. The dark circles of her areolas clearly visible through the thin material. "Would you like a little wine?" he asked, his mouth dry, his heart racing. "Mmmm! Yes, please." He went to pour a couple of glasses of white and brought them through. She stood, still gazing out across the sea. "Thanks," She said, as she took the glass from him, and sipped delicately. "Oooohhh! Very nice." She said, extending her small, pink tongue and licking her red lips. "Mummy hardly ever lets me drink at home." "Well, you can here." Phil laughed. "Just don't overdo it. I don't want your Mum accusing me of leading you astray. Shall we eat?" "Yummy. I'm starving. There was no buffet on the train. All I've had since London is a Mars bar and a coke. Not a very balanced diet." She laughed, her voice tinkling in Phil's ears as they went through to the dining room, where he had served up a thick, delicious stew. They ate, laughing, topping the wine up and catching up on family history. She learned that Mrs. Trelawney was a widow, her husband had died at sea, in a storm some 7 years ago. He learned that she was going to study History. However, when she asked him about his Army career, he asked her to change the subject...so she asked him about his photography instead. After dinner, they sat in the sitting room, and he showed her his portfolio, packed with photos of the surrounding area and various landmarks. Towards the back, she found a page of photos of a woman...she looked familiar...Mrs. Trelawney. In some she was nearly naked, in some dressed as a pirate, or other costume. In nearly all of them, she was bare-breasted. Phil noticed the page, and hastily snatched the book away, blushing as he did so. "Those were from the local camera club. That's where I met Jan." He stammered, clearly embarrassed. "She used to model part-time. I asked her to let me take some depicting local legends and the like...smugglers, pirates, mermaids. You know." Phil looked at his watch, the hands said it was nearly 1 in the morning. "Oh, my...look at the time," He muttered. "Time to turn in, lots to do tomorrow." "Yes, I'm feeling tired too," replied Alison. She kissed him on the cheek, resting her hand briefly on his thigh, "Goodnight, Uncle Phil. See you in the morning." The contact of her hand seemed to burn through the material of his trousers, and his cock twitched slightly at her kiss. He watched her depart, and listened to her climb the stairs, followed by the sound of her door closing. Footsteps around her room preceded the sound of the toilet flushing, water running as she washed and did her teeth, he supposed, then the creaking as she got into bed. He finished his drink and then wandered round the house making sure all the doors were locked, before he switched the lights off and headed up to his own room. After he had undressed, and attended to his own hygiene needs, he lay on the bed in just his boxers, mulling over the day's events. As he lay there, close to sleep, he was awakened by the sound of a telephone. It wasn't the house phone, or his mobile. He realised it must be Alison's, and sure enough, the ringing stopped, to be replaced with her speaking softly and giggling occasionally. As he listened, he heard her say 'No', and 'I can't, he might hear'. Curious, he slowly got off the bed, opened the door and crept along the passageway. Light shone under Alison's door, and he could hear her...obviously deep in conversation. "Oh, Pete...of course I love you. You know I do. Oh, ok...but you have to do the same for me. Ok? Yes, I'm playing with my nipples now...they are hard, Pete...like when you touched them last week. Is your cock hard for me? Are you stroking it?" Phil froze, stunned...his cock growing as he listened to his niece having phone sex with some boy. "Oh, Pete...Mmmmmm! My pussy is so wet...I want you to be the first to fuck me, Pete...I want your cock in my pussy...my fingers are there now, playing with it." Unable to help himself, Phil grasped the bulge in his shorts, and started to stroke himself through the material. He pressed his ear closer to the door. "Oh Pete...stroke your cock for me...cum for me baby. Stroke that big cock, and imagine it in my wet cunt...you do want to fuck my little virgin cunt, don't you Pete? Oh fuck me, Pete...fuck me! My pussy is so wet for you, baby. I'm going to cum Pete...I'm so close. Tell me you love me...tell me how much you want me! Fuck me, Pete...fuck me, baby! Ohhhhh! Mmmmmmmm! YESSS!" Phil could hear the bed creaking and Alison's moans as she brought herself to orgasm only a few feet from him. Suddenly, a floorboard groaned under his weight. Alison was suddenly quiet...then... "Pete? I thought I heard something. I think he's awake. Night, babe." There was a beep, then a click as the light under the door was extinguished. Phil waited a few moments...then crept back to his own room, where he stroked himself, remembering the way Alison had talked so sexily and dirty to Pete. He came hard, spattering his belly and chest with seed, before he settled down for a good night's sleep. Mermaid's Kiss Pt. 02 Sunday dawned bright and clear. Alison was woken by the light streaming through the window. She rolled over and picked up her watch from the bedside table. It showed 10:20. She threw off the covers, swung her legs out of bed, and stripped off the baggy T-shirt she wore. Hurriedly, she dressed in jeans and a sweater, scraping her hair back into a ponytail, which she had to hold in place with her hand as she franticly searched her suitcase for a band to apply. As she rummaged, she found the 'La Senza' bag, which contained the bra, briefs, stockings and suspenders set, and babydoll nightie she had bought specially for her planned night with Pete. She had hidden them in her suitcase, so her Mother wouldn't find them. She put the lingerie back into it's hiding place, secured her wayward hair and, slipping on her trainers, she made her way down to the kitchen, from which was emanating the delicious aroma of fresh coffee and bacon. Phil and Jan were sitting at the big wooden table, chatting and eating bacon sandwiches, and sipping from large mugs of coffee. "Morning, lazybones," Phil joked, "Help yourself to breakfast. Did you sleep well?" "Yes thanks, Unc...I mean Phil," Alison flushed slightly as she recalled how tired she had been after her orgasm on the phone with Pete, "I had a great night." Jan smiled at Phil across the table, a peculiarly wry smile, and Alison wondered if he had heard her last night, and told his housekeeper. She felt herself redden even more, and turned her back to them as she made her sandwich and coffee. After they had tidied away the breakfast things, and Mrs. Trelawney had started round with the vacuum cleaner, Phil took Alison out to the garage. "I didn't think the Landrover was suitable for you," He explained as he opened the large double doors, "So, I got you insured to drive 'Katie'." "Oh my god," thought Alison, "He names his cars. How sad. I bet it's an old banger." Her eyes widened, as her pulled off the cover, revealing the gleaming red shape underneath. "Oh wow! Uncle Phil! Are you serious?" She gushed, "An MG? My friends would be so jealous. It's gorgeous! Can I really drive it?" "Yup." He replied, handing her the keys, "There's a local guide book and map in the glove box, I have an account with the local garage in town for fuel etc. Just look after her, ok? She's part of the family. I've had her since before you were born." Alison threw her arms round his neck and kissed him profusely. "Oh, Phil. Thank you!" Phil hugged her back, becoming aware that she wore no bra under the tight sweater, her young, soft breasts separated from him only by a couple of layers of material. He could feel the little nubs of her nipples pressing into him as she kissed him, and he felt his penis start to stiffen involuntarily. Guiltily, he pulled away, and spent the next ten minutes or so explaining to Alison how to lower the top, and all the controls. "She's not fast, by today's standards. But 60 feels like 100 with the top down and the wind in your hair...not that I've got much left, now," He laughed, nervously, running a hand across his head, "Why don't you take her for a spin?" Alison got in, and started the engine. Phil winced with pain as the gears grated when she engaged first, and kangarooed up the driveway. By the end of the road she was smoother and with a wave, she vanished off into the distance, with a muted growl from the exhaust. Phil turned and walked back into the house, his cock still slightly stiff as he recalled her scent and the feel of her body, her lips on his face, the swell of her breasts against his chest. "Has she gone?" Jan asked, as he returned to the kitchen, "She is lovely, and so pretty." "Yes, she's out exploring," replied Phil, standing behind her, "And yes, she is pretty. She looks very like her mother." Phil moved close behind Jan, placing his hands on her hips and leant in to kiss her neck. "I missed you last night," he whispered, "I wanted you to stay, but it wouldn't have been proper, with her here." His hands moved up and round, gently cupping and caressing Jan's small breasts. He pulled her tight to him, feeling her buttocks in their tight jeans pressing against his swelling erection. His lips brushed across the nape of her neck, planting light feathery kisses. Jan sighed softly, then turned to face him, gently she placed her hands on his face, pulled him down and kissed him, her lips warm and soft on his, her small pink tongue gently probed as she pressed into him. Phil's fingers fumbled with the buttons on her shirt, clumsily managing to undo them, he opened it wide, exposing the lacy black bra, with the pert, soft swellings within. Jan pulled away slightly, then knelt down, her small hands expertly undoing Phil's jeans. He leant against the kitchen table, as she pulled them down, then his boxers, allowing his manhood to spring free. Jan caressed the thick, throbbing shaft, the foreskin partially retracted, exposing some of the swelling glans, a drop of fluid forming at the slit. As she stroked, she licked gently at the tip, tasting him, then gently encircling the head with her lips. She sucked her cheeks in and lowered her mouth part way down the shaft, before withdrawing, a slight smudge of lipstick smearing the taut flesh. "Mmmmmm! Oh god yes!" Phil gasped as Jan's mouth began to work on his throbbing hardness. "That feels so good, Jan." Jan took her mouth from his cock, strings of saliva bridging the gap from mouth to shaft. "Do you think Alison has sucked a cock, yet?" She asked, looking up at him, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Did you get hard listening to her last night? Did you wank thinking of her?" "I don't want to think about her," Phil gasped, "I want you, Jan." Gently, he placed his hand on her head, and guided her back to his cock. She sucked him gently, her hand caressing his balls as she did. Her mouth moved slowly, steadily, her lips tight around the shaft, as she went further down him each passing moment, until she felt him in the back of her throat, almost choking her. She fought the gag reflex, and took him all the way in. Phil gasped and moaned with pleasure as Jan fellated him. He knew he couldn't hold out for long...he wanted to cum, but he also needed to fuck...to feel a pussy round his cock...to empty his cum deep inside her body. He pulled his cock from her mouth, and pulled her to her feet. Urgently, he picked her up and placed her on the large kitchen table. Hurriedly, he undid her jeans, and pulled them off. Her panties followed, revealing the neatly trimmed triangle of dark hair and the pink, moist slit below. With fury, he clamped his mouth to her pussy, licking and kissing like a man possessed. He flicked at her clit, caught it between his teeth and tongue, pulling gently on it, before releasing it and returning to his licking. Jan's hands ran through his hair, her moans filled his ears and her musky aroma assailed his nostrils as her juices flowed, coating his face. "Oh god, Phil! Mmmmmmm! Yes!" She moaned as he worked away at her slit, "you're the best. I want you now...I want your cock in my cunt. Fuck me, Phil...please fuck me hard!" Phil stood, and pulled her towards him, her bottom slightly over the edge, her gaping, swollen pussy presented itself at the perfect height for his manhood. He held her legs apart, and pushed straight in, burying his cock deep inside Jan's hot, wet hole. "Aaaahhh!" Jan moaned as Phil took her without finesse or tenderness, "Oh god, you bastard! Yes! Fuck me." Phil started to thrust. Deep, hard, fast. Just wanting release, not caring about Jan's pleasure. All the time, images of Alison filled his mind as he fucked Jan...using her as a substitute, a commodity to be used. Jan looked up at him, with his eyes closed, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead. "You're thinking of her, aren't you?" She gasped, "Thinking of her tight little pussy round your cock, aren't you?" "No, Jan. I'm not," He lied, between gritted teeth, "I'm only thinking of you." "Fuck me, Uncle Phil," Jan moaned, trying to imitate Alison's accent, and failing, "Please fuck me hard." The words spurred him on, the lust and desire rising. An image of Alison sprang into his mind, of her pussy on his cock, and he felt himself boiling over. With a loud moan, he erupted deep into Jan's pussy, spurting thick gouts of semen into her, his orgasm so intense it hurt. "Oh fuck! FUCK!!! Yes!" With a final groan he pumped the last spurts inside her, as she came with him, gasping, moaning. Her fluids gushing out and coating the table beneath her, and dripping onto the floor, as she held him close, her pussy spasming as it milked every last drop from his gushing cock. For a few moments, they remained locked together, only their laboured breathing breaking the silence before Phil withdrew with a squelching noise, which released a torrent of their combined fluids from her love hole, adding to the spreading pool on the quarry-tiled floor. Jan wriggled off the table, and kissed him tenderly. "That was lovely, darling," She whispered, a laugh in her voice. "Now I know how to make you cum whenever I want." Grabbing her discarded clothes, she ran off to his shower, leaving him alone, his penis rapidly softening, wondering about what had happened. He tucked his now flaccid penis away, and looked round for a cloth. Grabbing one from the draining-board, he proceeded to clean the table and floor. As he cleaned, he thought, and pondered how complicated his life had become...or was about to. + + + + + + + + + + + + + Meanwhile, Alison had filled the MG with fuel, and had decided to follow the coast road with its twists, turns and steep hills. Her hair fluttered in the wind as she drove the open-topped sports car, guiding it through the narrow lanes with their stone hedges on either side. As she negotiated one particularly tight bend, she was confronted by a large, white 4x4, filling the road before her. She slammed on the brakes, and managed to avoid the looming behemoth by swerving into a fortuitously placed farm gateway. The other vehicle also swerved, then stopped, its nearside wheels in the small ditch beside the road. Emblazoned on the door, level with her head, Alison read the words 'University of Cornwall Archaeology Dept.' As she sat, shaken and promising herself to drive more carefully, the door opened. She was dimly aware of a voice talking to her. "Oh my god! Are you ok?" "Erm...Yes thanks. No problem." Alison looked up, into the face of an attractive, dark haired woman in her early thirties. She was dressed in shorts and a vest top, her nipples prominent through the material. Her figure could best be described as 'lush', a little overweight...but in all the right places. She would have delighted Reubens, but would be derided in today's 'size zero' culture. She was short, not much over five feet tall, with short dark hair and brown eyes. Even without make up, and with smudges of dirt on her face, Alison could see she was pretty. "Are you sure?" The woman asked, concern showing on her face, "Can I call anyone for you?" "I'm fine, really," Alison replied, brushing a few loose strands of hair away from her face, "I wasn't really expecting anything to be coming the other way. It's my first day of driving in Cornwall, and I wasn't really concentrating. Sorry. Plus, it's my first time driving this car, too. Oh, god! I hope I haven't scratched it...it belongs to my uncle." Quickly, she scrambled out and walked round, checking the pristine paint and chrome for any signs of damage...she sighed with relief when she found the bodywork undamaged, with no evidence of her foray into off-road driving. As she returned to the driver's side, the woman held her hand out. "I'm Samantha, but they all call me Sammi." "Alison," Alison stated, taking the proffered hand in her own, "I'm staying with my Uncle for a few weeks before I start University." The hand was warm, and squeezed gently. Alison was aware that she was easily half a head taller than Sammi, but the woman had a confidence, an air about her, that made her seem taller. She oozed sexuality. Her eyes twinkled, a faint smile danced around her mouth, her full lips were parted slightly, and occasionally her little pink tongue emerged to lick them. Alison found herself strangely attracted to Sammi, and she reluctantly pulled her hand away, aware that she was breathing faster, and her face was flushing slightly. "Are you on a dig?" she asked. "I saw the sign on the door." "Yes, we are." Sammi replied. "A local farmer found what appears to be a Roman mosaic floor, while ploughing his field. It's always been thought the Romans never got this far west. We know they traded with the Cornish for tin and copper, but we've never found a settlement." "Oh wow!" Alison enthused, "where are you digging? I'm off to study History in September. I'd love to come and look." "Just up the coast at Trelyn," Sammi replied. "Drop in anytime. I know I'd love to see you." With a smile, Sammi climbed up into the cab and drove away with a wave, leaving Alison alone with her thoughts. Slowly, she became aware of feelings she hadn't felt since leaving school. She had had a crush on Susan, the head girl. Sammi was like her in many ways, and Alison felt a curious churning in her stomach when she thought of the lovely woman. She got into the MG, started the engine and manoeuvred herself out of the gateway, before setting off at a reduced pace. She returned to the house, driving cautiously, wondering if the butterflies in her stomach were a result of the near-miss, or the sexy, confident woman she had just met. Neither Phil's Landrover, nor Jan's Fiat were in the driveway as Alison parked up and let herself in. She made herself a coffee, and went through to Phil's study, where she turned on his computer. He had said she could use it, as long as she didn't access any of his personal files. Alison logged on to her Instant Messenger account, and waited for her list of online friends to appear. There at the top was Pete's name. Alison clicked the mouse, and opened a window. She noticed his webcam was on, and broadcasting. She clicked on the 'view webcam' icon, and waited for the connection. A blurred image appeared, which then focussed. For a few seconds she watched, unsure of what she was seeing...then not wanting to. Pete was laying on his bed, naked, while some tattooed and pierced little rock-chick moved her head up and down in his lap! Alison realised she'd seen her before, hanging round the club where Pete was a barman. As she watched, awestruck, the girl took her mouth from Pete's cock and straddled him, her back to the camera. Slowly she lowered herself onto his thick shaft, before beginning to rock slowly back and forth. With tears in her eyes, she closed the window, and shut the computer down. She went upstairs, threw herself onto the bed, and wept into her pillow. Mermaid's Kiss Pt. 03 As she lay on the bed, tears streaming down her cheeks, Alison's mind was filled with images of Pete. The girl with her mouth round his penis...then the way she slowly lowered herself onto him...the way her pussy lips enfolded him...the obvious enjoyment he was getting. With trembling fingers, she composed a text. "You bastard. I saw it all on your webcam. I never want to see you again. Ever!" She hit the 'send' key and went back to her misery. After a few minutes, her 'phone rang. The screen simply said 'Pete'. She rejected the call and turned the 'phone off. As she lay there, she heard the sound of tyres on gravel, followed by the slamming of car doors and Phil and Jan's voices as they opened the front door. Hurriedly, she splashed water on her face and tidied herself up, checking herself in the mirror as she headed downstairs. "Hello there," Phil greeted her as she walked into the kitchen, "Jan's making Tea. Do you want a cup?" Jan was busying herself at the stove, wearing a knee-length skirt and white blouse, with an apron tied round her waist. She smiled at Alison, and returned to her tea making. "No, thanks," Alison replied. "I was going to go swimming and sunbathing this afternoon. Is there anywhere you'd recommend?" "I don't know," Phil replied, thoughtfully. "Jan might know. She's a local girl. Jan... Where would you advise Alison to go?" Jan turned and thought for a moment. "Treligga Bay is nice," She answered. "Secluded and private. Good for an all-over tan, if you know what I mean." "Jan!" Phil exclaimed, with mock shock in his voice. "Are you trying to corrupt my niece with your wicked ways?" He laughed...and Alison noticed the way his eyes wrinkled at the corners and how broad his smile was, and how infectious his laugh. "Oh, Phil," Jan said, her eyes twinkling. "I'm sure Alison's no stranger to the all-over tan, are you Alison?" Alison felt the redness rise in her cheeks. "No...I went on Holiday to Ibiza last year. Everyone was topless, so I joined in. It felt strange at first, but I didn't notice at all after a couple of days." Alison felt her cheeks redden even more, as she recalled the gazes of the men...both young and old...from her holiday. Although she would never admit it, she had found the experience quite a turn-on. Even now, she felt a slight tingle in her belly as she recalled the event. "Erm...I was wondering if I could take a picnic?" Alison asked. "Nothing much, just a snack." "Of course," Jan smiled. "I'll make you up a little something while you get ready." "Thanks, Jan." Alison replied. "I'll be down soon." She headed upstairs, leaving Phil and Jan alone in the kitchen. She wanted some time to herself, and she didn't want them to see her upset. From her bag she took a black bikini, the same one she had only worn half of in Ibiza, and a cotton dress. In a bag she shoved sun cream, after sun, her book (some slow-paced thriller her Mother had bought her, informing her it was 'This year's must-read'), her iPod and her sandals. She looked at the 'phone, and decided to leave it behind. She changed into the bikini and dress, shouldered the bag and headed downstairs. Phil and Jan looked up as she entered the kitchen. Phil gave an appreciative whistle, and received a dark look from Jan for his trouble. "Stop that," Jan scolded him. "You'll embarrass the girl." Alison felt herself blush again, as Jan gave her directions to the beach, and a hand-drawn sketch map. Thanking them both, she took the basket Jan had prepared and set off. Jan's map and instructions were easy to follow, and Alison soon found herself following a narrow track, which weaved and turned down a valley. She parked the car and sat, mouth agape at the sight before her. A narrow stretch of golden sand, maybe 100 yards across, with a small stream running from the valley to the sea. She got out of the MG and locked it, before walking down the rough footpath to the sand. She kicked her shoes off, enjoying the warmth of the sand between her toes, reminding her of childhood holidays, with candy-floss and donkey rides. Alison spread her blanket down on the sand and made herself comfortable. She opened the basket Jan had prepared. Inside was fruit, sandwiches, scones (with jam and cream) and a thermos of tea. Alison slipped off the dress and lay on her front, listening to Pink Floyd's 'Wish you were here' and trying to follow the convoluted plot line in her book. After ten minutes or so, she gave up on the book, and lay flat on the blanket, trying to doze and not think about Pete. The warm sun, cries of the gulls, musical tinkle of the stream tumbling to the sea and the soft swishing of the waves soothed her off to sleep. "Hello...hello?" A soft voice interrupted her siesta. "Hello? Alison?" Alison stirred from her reverie and became aware of a shadow falling across her. She looked up, finding it hard to focus for a moment or two, then found herself squinting into the pretty face and deep brown eyes of Sammi, who was sitting beside her on the warm sand. "Hello there," Said Sammi, cheerfully. "I thought I recognised the car. I come here when I get the chance. It's so beautiful...and just the place to relax." "Mind if I join you? I've got an afternoon off." Without waiting for a reply, she stripped off her vest, her breasts exposed and unfettered. Alison noted they were large, but not sagging, with big, dark areolas and prominent, thick nipples. Sammi lay back on the sand beside Alison and closed her eyes, placing her hands behind her head, pulling her breasts upwards. Alison noticed she had no tan lines, and wondered how often she went topless, or even nude. "How long have you been down here on the beach?" Sammi asked, turning her head to look at Alison. "I hope you put some lotion on, the sun can be deceptively strong at this time of year." "I brought some with me," Alison replied. "But I forgot to put it on...I was so excited at finding this place." "Well, give it here, I'll do your back...it's already beginning to look a little red." Alison passed the bottle to Sammi and jumped a little from the shock as cold lotion was poured onto her skin. Then she felt a firm hand gently rubbing the liquid in, making little circles as the older girl applied the sun screen. Sammi knelt beside her, applying the lotion to her back, her shoulders, neck and moved down to the swell of her buttocks, before moving down to the back of her thighs and calves. Alison felt a warmth spreading between her thighs as she relaxed, enjoying the sensations as the gentle hands caressed and massaged her body. Her memory strayed to the time another girl had washed her back in the showers at school, after a particularly rough game of hockey, she had responded then, but lacked the courage to follow through. Alison felt fingers deftly undoing the fastenings of her bikini top. She wanted to stop her, but at the same time felt powerless to resist. Sammi's expert fingers gently rubbed and stroked, making sure every inch of Alison's back was covered. As she leant over to do Alison's right shoulder and arm, Alison was aware of her breasts, brushing across her back, the contact sending small shivers of excitement through her. She thought of Pete, and how he had betrayed her. Her mind formulated a plan. Impulsively, Alison rolled over, her bikini top fell away, and she looked up into Sammi's eyes. "I think my front needs doing too," She breathed, unable to help herself. "Don't you?" Sammi looked down, and smiled. She took the lotion and poured it over Alison's chest. Gently, she smoothed the cream over the pert twin mounds, savouring the softness and firmness...feeling the nipples stiffen under her fingers as she circled them. Alison closed her eyes and moaned softly, as sensations she had not experienced since her schooldays flooded through her body. Her hand sought out Sammi's thigh, and she found it, stroking softly below the shorts, caressing the warm skin. She opened her eyes again, and looked into Sammi's face. Her eyes were closed, and her bottom lip was caught between her teeth. As Alison watched, she opened her eyes and leant forward. Her lips met Alison's and she found herself responding eagerly, her mouth opening to admit her probing tongue. Her arms moved to encircle her and pull her closer. She could feel her pussy moisten as their breasts pressed against each other. Sammi broke the kiss and moved down Alison's neck and shoulders, planting light kisses all the way, moving lower over her chest, following the rise of her breast until her lips met an erect nipple. Gently she licked it, circling it with her tongue, making Alison moan and writhe beneath her. She sucked it softly into her mouth, feeing it stiffen even more, as her fingers continued to caress its partner. Then she swapped sides, again licking, sucking...teasing the hard little bud, bringing gasps and moans of pleasure from Alison's mouth. "Oh god..oh god!" Alison's moans echoed around the sheltered bay, reflecting off the granite cliffs. "Mmmmmmm! Oh, Sammi....Yes." Sammi moved down, her mouth brushing across Alison's smooth, taut belly, the fingers of one hand still caressing Alison's breasts. She moved lower, kissing just above the waistband of Alison's bikini bottoms then, using both hands, she gently pulled them down, exposing the fluffy tuft of blonde thatch at the junction of Alison's thighs. At this point she paused, knelt up, and unbuttoned her shorts, wriggling out of them and the panties beneath, revealing her own mons, smooth and hairless. She lay down on the blanket, alongside Alison, and kissed her gently, her hand stroking sensually across her belly, the fingers occasionally brushing through the fine hairs down below. "Isn't this better?" Sammi whispered. "Feeling the sun all over?" "Mmmmmmmm! Oh yes, Sammi," Alison replied, her voice thick with desire. "Much better." They kissed again, less eagerly, more sensually, and Sammi's hand moved down along Alison's thigh then up along the inner surface until the edge of her hand brushed against the moist slit. Alison gasped and shuddered slightly at the contact, then relaxed as the other girl's expert fingers began to stroke gently along the folds of her labia. She parted her legs, allowing access to her inner sanctum and pressed herself against the stroking fingers, wanting more. Their mouths locked together, their tongues intertwined. Sammi slipped a finger between the damp folds, sliding it easily into the warm welcoming interior, drawing a low moan from Alison. Her thumb massaged Alison's clit as her forefinger moved deeper into the depths of her pussy, rotating, stroking, caressing...pressing against the front wall of her love hole, finding the small, raised area she was looking for. She stroked deep at Alison's g-spot, eliciting a loud gasping moan, causing her juices to flow, lubricating the invading digit. "Oh, Fuck," Alison gasped. "Oh Fuck what did you do!!" She writhed and bucked as Sammi slipped another finger in alongside the first, thrusting them in deep, finger-fucking Alison's tight little pussy. Keeping them inside, she knelt and moved down the teenager's body, licking and sucking at her clit, peeking out from under its hood, as her fingers continued to stroke the g-spot. Alison moaned and gasped, lifting her buttocks from the blanket as she felt an orgasm approaching. "Oh, Sammi...I'm going to cum!" She wailed. "I'm gonna cum so hard!" Alison screamed, her wails echoing off the rocks, as she grasped the sand through the blanket and lifted her hips high. Juices flooded out as she felt waves of pleasure pulsing through her body. Her heart hammered, her breathing was laboured as she reached a shattering climax, her pussy spasming and clenching round Sammi's fingers, before she collapsed, almost unconscious on the blanket, dimly aware of the fingers still inside her pussy and the juices trickling between her buttocks and pooling beneath her. Sammy gently removed her fingers and lay down alongside Alison again. She raised her fingers to her mouth and licked Alison's fluids off them, before offering them to the teenager to sample. Alison had tasted her own pussy juice before, but the sweet saltiness took on a different experience when licked from another's fingers. Sammi propped herself up on an elbow and gazed down at Alison, noting how her chest was flushed with a post-orgasmic glow, her nipples were hard and her eyes twinkled with pleasure and satisfaction. "My turn now", Sammi murmured, laying back on the towel. "Make me cum, Alison." Barely able to control her excitement, Alison knelt beside Sammi and examined her body. She noted the short hair, dark brown eyes, full lips. The large breasts with their dark areolas, tipped with large nipples, the soft slightly chubby belly, and the smooth pussy. She leant forward, her hair brushing the older girl's skin, as she kissed the swelling mounds of Sammi's breasts, moving her mouth to the summit of each, circling the large nipples with her tongue before gently sucking each one into her mouth. Sammi gasped with delight, her hand stroking the teenager's head, pulling her closer. Alison continued to tease the nipples, catching them between her tongue and teeth...as she did so, her hand moved down, across Sammi's belly, to the warm, moist, smooth place below. Her fingers touched another girl's pussy for the first time, the heat and wetness surprised her as her fingers brushed lightly along the moist slit, the labia puffy and swollen. Her fingers circled Sammi's clitoris, coaxing it from under its hood. She felt, rather than heard the other girl's sharp intake of breath as she played with the sensitive bud. Her fingers ran along the lips, pressing gently between them, the juices easing the passage as she slipped one inside, probing and exploring the warm, wet tunnel. Sammi writhed and squirmed at her touch, her breath escaping in sharp, staccato gasps. Alison moved her mouth down Sammi's body, planting soft kisses all the way, her finger continually moving inside the tight pussy as she did so. She made contact with the little bud, her mouth teasing it as she slipped a second finger inside the moist hole. She felt Sammi's fingers stroking along her own slit, then the feeling of something large and cool slipping inside her, invading her. Through the waves of pleasure, she realised that she was being fucked with a banana, the older girl moving it deep inside as she licked and fingered the sweet pussy in front of her. Their moans became louder, rising and falling in unison as they came together, both girls' gasps of ecstasy echoing off the rocks around them. Afterwards, they lay together in the warm sun, gently holding, kissing and stroking each other. The sun slowly dipped towards the horizon, and a chill began to develop as the offshore breeze sprang up. Reluctantly they separated and dressed before, with a final lingering kiss, they left the beach behind, the incoming surf washing the sand clean of all evidence of their lovemaking. As she drove back to the house, Alison's mind raced with excitement, as she wondered what other delights her holiday had in store for her...