3 comments/ 56326 views/ 59 favorites Last One In By: HookerBoots "At last! Two whole weeks without having to deal with Shauna and her new boyfriend!" Claire dropped her bags on the floor and flopped onto one of the twin beds. She peered up at her older sister, narrowing her eyes in a mock-glare. "The only thing that would make it better would be not having to share with an old lady." Lauren shook her head, setting her bags on the other bed. "I'm only three years older than you, brat! And we haven't hung out in ages, it'll be great sister-time." She looked at the door to the outside, where the sun hung low in the sky. It cast the whole room, as well as the beach outside, in a red-orange glow, and she smiled slightly at the beauty of it. "Besides, Mom and Dad are in the next cabin, it's not like you'd be left alone without me here anyway." "A girl can dream, though." Claire picked up a pillow from the bed and tossed it at Lauren, who caught it and flipped it back. The pillow took the eighteen-year-old in the chest, and she flopped over dramatically, clutching it to her. "Augh! Killed at the ripe age of eighteen! And by my own flesh and blood!" Springing into action, Lauren leapt over to the other bed and started to tickle her sister's sides. "That's right! And now you can't escape!" She straddled the younger girl, tickling her mercilessly while Claire writhed and flailed with laughter. After a few minutes, Lauren smiled at her sister and hopped off. "Okay, goofball. Unpack and let's get changed! I want to hit the beach before dinner with the old folks!" Fifteen minutes later, both girls walked out onto the small porch of the rental cabin, towels over their shoulders and bikinis on and at the ready. Lauren strode out into the sand, her tan skin ablaze with setting sunlight. Her bikini was white with red polka dots, strings tied around her hips, behind her back, and at the nape of her neck; the sun cast the background into a vivid, glowing orange. The color set off her dark hair almost better than the white did, and her gray eyes gleamed with the reflected light as well, making her pixyish features look almost otherworldly. Claire's bikini was more modest: A pair of black boyshorts and a yellow-and-black striped bandeau top, contrasting with her lightly tanned skin nicely. Her hair was a lighter brown, almost dark blonde, and longer. Her eyes were a deep green that the sunlight turned into hazel. Her more petite curves were snugly held by the suit, and her features were more elegant; more almond-shaped eyes, a more defined bone structure. Lauren stopped a few feet from the water's edge, hands on her hips. "This is beautiful, isn't it? Just look at that sunset." She sighed and stared for a moment, the wind ruffling her shoulder-length dark brown hair. Then she turned snapped her towel out, spreading it out on the sand before smacking her sister's ass. "Last one in's a rotten egg!" she yelled as she ran to the water, kicking up a spray of sand as she went. Claire sputtered in surprise and indignation before dropping her towel on her sister's and joining her mad dash to the ocean. "Dammit, Lauren, you cheated!" Her pert breasts bounced with the motion, and two men who were walking toward them stopped for a moment to stare at the freshly eighteen-year-old beauty who scrambled into the surf after her older, curvier sister. As she reached Lauren, Claire splashed water at her. "Cheater!" she accused, giving the other girl a fake pout. Without waiting another moment, she drove into the water, swimming out toward the horizon. "I'll beat you out to the buoy!" "Not even!" Lauren yelled, swimming after her. They raced out to a buoy, neck and neck. Claire had a head start, but Lauren's reach was longer. They both touched the base of the floating structure at the same time, and straightened up, breathing hard. "Told . . . you!" Claire splashed at her again, a bigger spray of water this time. "Doesn't change that you cheated!" The splash fight that ensued got them both dripping wet and spluttering. Finally, Lauren jumped, breaching the water and grabbing Claire's shoulders, ducking her under the water. Her legs wrapped around her younger sister's waist to keep her from going too far down. After a few minutes of splashing, sputtering, and laughing, they both floated on the surface, hands grabbing onto the buoy to keep from floating with the currents. "God, we haven't played like that in years!" Lauren gasped, kicking her legs slowly under the water. "You're a lot harder to out-swim than you were when you were thirteen." "I hope so!" Claire said, tossing a wet hank of hair out of her face. "Come on, let's head back. I wanna shower before dinner." She pushed herself off of the buoy and started stroking toward the shore. "Okay." Lauren looked out at the horizon, catching a glimpse of a small figure further out to sea. She blinked, then raised one hand in a wave. She wasn't sure, but she thought the other figure waved back. Finally, she pushed off as well, heading toward the shore with smooth, powerful strokes of her arms and legs. ~ ~ ~ ~ The night was quiet, the sound of the ocean lapping softly at the sand and the quiet sounds of seabirds were the only noises breaking the blanket of silence. Claire sat up in bed, tossing the covers back. "Lauren, I can't . . . ." she trailed off, looking at the other -- empty -- bed, and sighed. "Huh. Where did she go?" She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and tugged down the hem of her tank top to make sure it met the shorts she was wearing. Getting up, Claire walked through the small kitchenette to check the bathroom, but the door was open and the light was off. "Maybe she went outside?" she whispered, tilting her head to one side. Padding through the cabin in her bare feet, the teenager peered out a window and then opened the door, heading outside onto the small porch. There was no one outside, just a cool mid-August moon shining down overhead. But there was a trail of footprints leading from the steps of the porch off toward the beach, and a half-empty glass of water sitting on the railing. "Ohhhhh, you are in so much trouble," Claire muttered, heading to the steps. "Sneaking out to meet a boy in the middle of the night, Lauren, mom and dad are gonna flip!" But she had to have evidence. And if it were something else, she'd want to be able to call for help. Nodding once, decisively, she dashed back inside and grabbed her phone from the bedside table. "Camera phone, best thing ever for busting sisters." The trail wasn't terribly long, and it wasn't very difficult to follow; there were a few times she had to stop and study it, to make sure she wasn't getting turned around in footprints from earlier in the day. But in a remarkably short time, Claire was at the edge of the water, on a secluded part of the beach that had almost sheer cliffs of rock on two sides, and a big boulder that blocked most of the view from the third. The trail went to the edge of the water and stopped, looking at it foolishly for a moment. "She went swimming. At 3 in the morning? Good lord." Then she looked out at the water, hoping to catch a glimpse of her wayward sibling in the smooth black surface of the Atlantic. And on top of a smooth, flat rock about 30 yards out from the shore, Claire spotted them. "I knew it! Ha-ha!" she whispered triumphantly, crouching down instinctively to keep from being seen. Not that it mattered, Lauren and the person she was with weren't looking towards the shore, or much of anything at all. Pulling the phone up and opening the camera, Claire chortled to herself. Her parents always told her how she should be more like Lauren, modest and scholarly and . . . better, whatever. But she had never, NEVER, snuck out to meet a boy. Zooming in carefully, to make sure there was no way her sister's face would be mistaken, she blinked. That . . . wasn't a boy. Or a male at all. That was a girl, a totally pretty, delicately featured, blonde girl. Whose tongue was, apparently, halfway down Lauren's throat. "Whoa. My sister's a lesbian? That explains all the flannel, I guess." The two on the rock parted, and the other woman ran a hand through Lauren's hair. She said something, and they both laughed. Then she shifted, and Claire almost dropped her phone. There in the moonlight was the unmistakable shimmer of scales. "What . . . the fuck." Claire shifted her stance, one hand braced against the large boulder as she watched, certain that she couldn't be seeing what she thought she was. As she watched with wide-eyes, her Lauren moved to straddle the other woman, her legs on either side of her slender hips. Before Lauren leaned down to kiss her, the woman raised her moonlight-pale arms and tugged Lauren's bathing suit top off, exposing her generous breasts to the night air, and began to fondle them gently. The dark-haired woman licked her lips and leaned in for another kiss, her breasts pressing against the prone woman's firmly. And Claire's suspicions were confirmed, as a thick, scaly tail flipped up behind the two of them, shimmering in the moonlight. Claire gasped loudly, stumbling backwards. Lauren's head came up, and her girlfriend looked up towards the shore as well. "Sorry!" Claire called lamely. "Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt, and didn't see anything! I'm just going to . . . go back now." She started to push herself to her feet, but Lauren said something to the woman and dove off the rock. She made the shore in little time, and caught Claire before she'd gotten too far back down the beach. "Claire, wait!" Lauren grabbed her arm and turned her around. "Let me explain." "Okay, I don't want you to explain! I don't want to know what you're doing, and I didn't see anything and I'm going to back to bed to forget what I didn't see, okay?" Claire pulled her arm back. "I won't tell mom and dad anything, and . . . I mean, how the hell did you meet a mermaid?" Lauren sighed, and Claire forced herself to look at her sister's face instead of her still-exposed breasts. "Look, her name is Alana, and I met her years ago. Come on, listen, don't freak out, okay?" She leaned back a little, ran a hand through her wet hair. "Remember that summer I was thirteen and you were ten, and you got that cold? So mom kept sending me outside to play, so she could take care of you without me being in the way? I met her then." Claire stared for a moment, then shook her head. "Look, it would be a lot easier to focus if your tits weren't still out." "What? Oh, god!" Lauren folded her arms over her chest. "Look, whatever. You've seen them before, but . . . like I was saying. We were friends, and then a few years ago . . . well. Come on with me, you can meet her. She's really nice." "She's a mythical creature who I just saw feeling up my older sister. This is either a dream, or a hallucination, so . . . sure. I'll go and meet her, and leave you two alone." Claire gestured at Lauren to go ahead of her. "And yes, I have seen them before, but they've gotten bigger and bouncier since the last time I was within grabbin' distance." Looking back over her should, Lauren smirked. "So have yours, little sister. And don't think I didn't see you looking." They reached the secluded little cove again, and both girls dove into the water, swimming out towards the rock. Before they reached it, the mermaid popped up in front of them. "Hey! Everything okay?" From closer up, Claire could see that she was very lovely, with green eyes that sparkled in the moonlight. Lauren stopped and smiled. "I think so, yeah. So, um, let's get to the rock and I'll do introductions and all?" Alana nodded and dove under the water again, swimming alongside them the rest of the way to the flat rock. The sisters hauled themselves out of the water, sitting with their feet hanging over into the water. Alana heaved herself up onto the rock, lounging more than sitting to accommodate her tail. "So. This is your sister, Lauren?" The topless girl cleared her throat. "Yeah, this is . . . Alana, this is my little sister, Claire. Claire, this is Alana." They shook hands, and Claire couldn't help notice how warm and firm the mermaid's grip was -- not what she'd expected, even if it was slightly damp. ". . . You don't have gills." Shaking her head, Claire said, "I'm sorry, that was rude. It's nice to meet you." "It's nice to meet you too. And I don't have gills -- now." She tossed her blonde hair -- which Claire could tell was tinged lightly with green -- over her shoulders and concentrated. For a moment, a set of gills emerged from her neck, marring the smooth skin with their frills. Then, as quickly as they had come, they went away. "I can sort of make them come and go as I need them. Up here, it's as easy to breathe air as water, so . . . I do." Alana grinned, her teeth shining whitely. "And before you ask, no, I can't do the leg thing." "Oh." Claire felt her face turning red, mostly because that had been the next thing she had wanted to ask. "So, uh, you and my sister. How . . . I mean, I don't want to know. I should go, I guess, now that I know you aren't some random tramp, or something." Giving Lauren a small smile, the pretty blonde tilted her head. "We were sort of in the middle of something, but . . . if you wanted to stay and play with us . . . wait." Alana cast a concerned look at the teenager. "You are of age, aren't you? I mean, it's less of a thing for us, but I know your people have serious issues with underage shenanigans." "I turned eighteen last month. But do you mean . . . mmmf!" Her words were muffled when, to her surprise and Lauren's, Alana wrapped her arms around Claire and kissed her, hard, on the mouth. There was a moment of panic, and then she realized it wasn't an attack, really. And it felt . . . nice. Warm, and soft, and her mouth tasted like salted caramel. Without realizing it, Claire melted a little into the embrace. Lauren watched for a moment with an amused expression before she raised an eyebrow. "Hey, aren't I the one who's supposed to be getting a hot mermaid lip-lock over here?" The kiss broke, and Alana looked over at her, a little sheepishly. "Sorry, sweetheart. But your sister is so pretty, and I didn't want her to think I wanted her to leave or anything. Besides," she added, holding one hand out to Lauren and taking one of Claire's with her other hand, "I have a friend who your sister might find interesting." There was a pause, and Claire said slowly, "Okay. I'm at least willing to meet your friend. Is she . . . I shouldn't assume. Who is it?" "Her name is Eliza, and she's great! Let me get her!" Alana beamed and leaned over the edge of the rock, plunging her head into the water. The sisters looked at each other, faintly able to hear a strange, haunting sound echoing up from under the water. She popped back up, smiling. "She'll be here in a second! I'm so excited for you to meet her, she's sooo much fun!" "She isn't a mermaid, is she? I know you've mentioned her before." Lauren leaned back, stretching her arms over her head. "She's . . . the term people use is cecaelia?" The deep blue tail splashed against the water lightly. "Um . . . like a mermaid, but instead of fish, octopus?" Claire started, pulling her legs up onto the rock. "An octopus. This is some seriously Little Mermaid shit, you know that?" Lauren grinned. "Yeah, it kind of is. But no one I've met through Alana has ever been what you'd call a sea witch, so calm your tits, baby sister." Her lips quirked. "Unless you don't want to, of course. Being excited might help." "Speaking of that!" Alana shifted a bit, getting her tail more firmly on the rock and rested her hands gently on Claire's waist. "You may want to take off what you're wearing. You won't need it, and it'll only get wetter. So." Her fingers gripped the bottom of the tank top and tugged. "Off we go! And I get the first look at those sweet little tits!" The wet white tank top went over her head easily, and was flipped over one side of the rock they were on. "Oh, dear. Those are almost as wonderful as yours," Alana said, flicking a glance at Lauren. "May I?" she asked, looking back at Claire. Claire looked between Alana and Lauren, then shrugged. "Sure. I . . . this is enough of a freaky dream already. I might as well enjoy it." She put her shoulders back, pushing her almost-C cups out towards the blonde mermaid. In a second or less, there were two soft, warm hands cupping them, massaging the firm orbs with undisguised delight. Lauren licked her lips, and crawled over to where they were sitting, wrapping her arms around Alana's waist and leaning in to kiss the slender, pale neck. "So pretty, and watching you touch my sister . . . it feels so dirty," she whispered, nipping Alana's ear gently. Her hands moved to slip underneath the red shells the pretty sea maid was wearing. It didn't take very long before Lauren had tugged the shells off and exposed the teacup-sized breasts to the sea air. "Mmm, they aren't big, but they are perfect," Lauren breathed, her fingers pinching gently at the shell-colored nipples. "Claire, you should go ahead and touch them. Alana loves having her breasts played with." As her younger sister's hand moved hesitantly to touch Alana's breasts for the first time, Lauren's hands trailed down the soft, smooth skin to where it joined the rough-smooth scales of the tail. She was still kissing and tasting the salt tang of her skin. Claire whimpered softly, leaning in to kiss Alana's lips as they groped each other. This was . . . she'd been with boys before, and this was blowing that out of the water. Literally, a small part of her mind thought. But this amazing girl, who couldn't exist, was making her feel like she could fly, just from a few touches and kisses. And watching her sister stroke and touch . . . that shouldn't be as hot as it was. Just as one of Alana's hands trailed down to her waist, exploring over the waistband of her shorts, a nearby splash broke their focus. "Hey, ladies! Oh, my, I'm interrupting." The red-haired woman bobbing near the surface of the water smirked. "Alana, are you hogging all the sexy land girls again?" she asked teasingly. "'Liza, I . . . yeah," Alana shivered as Lauren's hands stroked and teased over her tail gently. "Yeah, but I knew you wouldn't mind." She licked her lips and lifted a hand from Claire's chest to gesture. "This is Lauren, the one I told you about?" Lauren lifted one hand in a wave, then went back to nuzzling and petting the mermaid. "And this is Claire, her sister." Claire turned around to look, raising a hand in a wave. The buxom redhead waved back, licking her lips. "Aren't you all just the prettiest sight. I'm Eliza, and I hope you don't mind that I just sort of cut to the chase." She lifted herself out of the water, exposing generous breasts clad in shells similar to the ones that Alana had been wearing, but pale pink, and a bottom half that looked like a purple-and-blue octopus. Eliza leaned forward, planting a firm kiss on Claire's lips, two of her tentacles slipping behind her own back to loosen and then remove her shell-bra. Claire could feel two hands touching her breasts, while two more of the long, supple tentacles tugged her body a bit closer to the octopodian woman. This was . . . insane. Everything was happening so fast, and these women couldn't exist! That last bit was what made it okay, she thought fuzzily, as she felt Eliza's tongue slip past her lips. If this was just a fucked up wet dream, it didn't matter how fast things went. Right? With that thought, her arms wrapped around the other female, stroking her back and waist. She was still hesitant to touch the parts of her that weren't human-like, but this was very nice. Claire's fingers brushed across the undersides of Eliza's perky D-cup breasts, and felt a desire kindle inside of her. She pressed into the kiss more firmly, her hands slipping up to cup the generous orbs. She could feel the surprised moan from the other woman, whose tentacles started to work their way under the waistband of Claire's shorts now that the teenager had welcomed the interaction. Last One In Lauren and Alana smiled at each other, watching the other two embrace and grope. Lauren's tongue slipped out of her mouth and along the rim of Alana's ear making the mermaid shiver. "Now then, dear, where were we?" she breathed. "Ah, yes, I think I remember." Lauren moved, shifting so that she was straddling the mermaid again, leaning over to kiss her lover. Alana's hands began to fondle her breasts again, leaving off after a moment to tug Lauren's hips down onto her tail. Moaning softly, Lauren ground her hips down against Alana, feeling the rough texture of the scales against her bikini-clad pussy. The feeling of those small, numerous edges tease her body was one of her favorite things about being with her aquatic lover. It was incredibly sensual, and so much different from being with a normal human that it was incredibly arousing. And she knew that Alana loved the feeling of her legs around her as well, so different from being with a merperson, by the way the pretty half-human wriggled beneath her, hands insistently tugging down on her rounded hips. After a few minutes, Alana's hands went to the ties of Lauren's bikini, undoing the knots easily and pulling the scrap of fabric off and dropping it to one side. Lauren broke their kiss, licking her lips as she moved down slightly. The now-naked girl stretched out over her lover, kissing Alana's neck and down to her breasts. She started to worship the delicate, sensitive mounds, licking and kissing over them gently but with passion, before she began to suckle one of the pink nipples. "Great gods, Lauren, your mouth always feels so amazing," Alana breathed, arching her back to give Lauren greater access to her chest. Her tail was flipping rhythmically but softly against the rock, giving a tempo to their lovemaking. Her hands tangled in her lover's hair, cradling Lauren's head as she sucked and nuzzled first at one breast, then the other. Claire vaguely heard Alana praise her sister's mouth, but was too interested in what Eliza's tentacles were doing to worry much about it. The octopus-woman was stroking them over her chest and stomach, letting her feel the slippery, rubbery smoothness of them as well as the firm suction of the pads on the underside. "Mmmmm," the cecaelia cooed against Claire's lips, "you feel like heaven, sweetness. And so responsive." She nipped gently at Claire's neck. "Wait until you see what I can really do." And with that, Claire could feel the exploring tentacles that had slipped into her shorts move again, powerfully. They gripped the sides of the fabric and pulled, literally shredding the material before she could cry out. As the tentacles discarded the rags that had once been pajamas, she realized that she was totally naked. That should bother her, she was on a rock in plain view of the shore. But as Eliza moved one hand from her breasts to between her legs, all of those thoughts vanished. Lauren's hand was moving downward as well, sliding her fingers lower down Alana's tight stomach to where the scales and skin met. Knowing that there would be a number of signs when she found the right spot, her fingers trailed over the scales in front, petting and teasing until she heard Alana gasp. "Ohhhh, yes, lover, that's the spot!" Alana moaned, and sure enough, Lauren could feel the scales shifting slightly. They spread open, revealing a tight, wet slit, shimmering pink with moisture. Her pussy itself was encircled by the scales that had parted to open it, and there was a small pink nub at the top. Lauren pulled her head up, slowly letting go of the breast she'd been feasting on. "I never fucking get tired of seeing that pretty little hole open up for me," she whispered, kissing Alana again. She let one finger circle the mermaid's clit, drawing a moaning sigh from the slender girl. "Or watching you get hot for me." Her mouth went back to tasting Alana's breasts, licking and suckling, while her fingers played in her pussy, slipping around and around her sensitive clit and dipping just barely inside of her cunt, leaving the blonde moaning and whimpering beneath her. Feeling Claire's hot, eightenn-year-old pussy grow hotter and wetter beneath her touch, Eliza kept stroking, reveling in the slick, sticky honey that coated her fingers. She bent her head down to kiss and nip Claire's nipples, drawing sharp gasps from the teenager. "Ohhhh, darling, I'm going to enjoy every inch of you," she murmured into Claire's breast before plunging one finger into her. The feeling of that finger spreading her open made Claire moan and arch her back, thrusting her sweet young cunt up to get more of Eliza's digit inside. "Ahhhh! Mmm, yess, that's . . . fucking incredible!" she breathed, her eyes looking at the buxom half-human with a stunned, hungry expression. "Please . . . more, please," Claire pleaded, one of her hands supporting her as she lay back, exposed and open to the lusty octopus-woman's teasing. Grinning wickedly, Eliza licked one of Claire's nipples as she slipped another finger inside. "As you command, my dear." Her fingers started moving, plunging in and out of that teenage pussy, growing more and more slick with her arousal. "You're so hot, so wet," Eliza whispered, moving to be more fully over Claire's body. "God, if you could only feel yourself, you hot little slut," she whispered, the last word almost lost in a moan as Claire's head lifted to wrap her lips around one of the generous breasts in front of her. "And eager too," she murmured, her free hand gripping into Claire's hair to keep her head where it was. A long finger slipped into Lauren's pussy as she leaned forward, lapping at Alana's pussy. The sound of fingers squishing into wet cunts was audible over the sound of the ocean, from all sides. As Lauren lifted her head for a breath, she caught sight of her sister, getting fingered with her face buried in Eliza's breasts, and felt herself get even wetter. Her little sister was so hot, and the fact that they were both getting fucked inches from each other was only making it hotter. Alana blew lightly over her pussy. "Get back to work, land-whore," she teased, running a finger over Lauren's slit to make her shiver. "If you do a good job, I'll give you a play-by-play of what's happening over there." She dipped a finger inside Lauren's pussy before pulling it out and flicking her clit. "At least, until I start eating this gorgeous little hole." Lauren moaned. "Yes, ma'am," she said, looking over her shoulder with a wink, before putting her mouth over Alana's clit, sucking gently on it before she started to lash it with her tongue. The taste of mermaid pussy was something she'd never get tired of, something she thought about even when she was in class. Salty, fresh, a little like miso soup but with a hint of sweetness to it; the taste was addictive. And given how wet Alana was, the view of Claire and Eliza was getting her even more aroused than usual. "Mmmm, fuck, Eliza's got two fingers inside your sister, and her hand is flying," Alana said, her finger slipping up and down Lauren's slit a few times before teasing her asshole briefly. "Claire is really going to town on her tits, by the way; sucking and stroking like she's in love with them." Her voice became huskier. "Ohhh, three fingers now, and I think your baby sister may cream soon." Lauren heard the sound of Claire moaning and gasping, and turned her head to the side to look. "Don't stop, fucking hell, don't stop!" Claire's eyes were closed as she begged, hands clenching on the rock as her hips thrust up towards Eliza's hand. "Please, so close . . . so . . . godddddd!" Her head went back as she screamed her pleasure to the sky. Eliza moved quickly, covering Claire's mouth with her own before the sound had too much chance to carry; her fingers kept moving, however, finger-fucking that tight teen snatch as fast and hard as she could to make the climax last as long as possible. As she came down from it, Claire's breathing was labored, and she stared up at the starry sky in wonderment. "That was . . . the most amazing thing ever," she breathed, turning her head to look at Eliza. The cecaelia had a smug expression on her face, tempered by genuine pleasure. "I'm glad you liked it. And you looked so sexy when you came, sweetheart." She stretched out next to Claire, one hand almost idly stroking one of the petite teen's breasts. "And you still haven't seen all I can do." One of her tentacles stroked up and down Claire's leg, and Claire looked at Eliza a little doubtfully. "I mean, I've heard about tentacle sex, but . . . is it really good for you?" she asked a little dubiously. "It isn't really a sex organ, and I . . ." the pretty teenager blushed. "I really want you to feel good too." Eliza kissed her. "Of course it's good for me, Claire. If it wasn't, you wouldn't hear as many stories about it. There are other things we'll do besides that, of course, but . . . yes. I will love it." The tentacle slipped farther up her leg, caressing her thigh now. "And so will you." There was a muffled groaning sound from next to them, and they both looked over to see Alana and Lauren with their faces buried in each other's pussies, licking and slurping as though it were the last thing they'd ever eat. Lauren's hips were grinding down on Alana's face, encouraging the sea maiden to suck her cunt to get all of the wetness that was gathering there. Alana, in turn, was bucking her hips as well as she could, getting Lauren's fingers and tongue deeper inside of her. The motion was making the rhythm of their lovemaking even more metered as her tail thrashed against the rock faster and faster. As Alana came, her body tensing and thrashing even harder on the rock, Eliza leaned close to Claire's ear and whispered, "I have an idea." The tip of her roaming tentacle reached the petals of Claire's sex, delicately probing before slipping past them to tease her a little. "I have more than enough of these for us all to share. What do you think?" Claire was almost past having a coherent thought, but that sounded like the best idea ever. She and her sister would get to be tentacle fucked at the same time! "Yesss," she moaned, spreading her legs wider. "God, that's an amazing idea!" In a moment, her pussy was being spread open again, this time by something smoother, more supple and powerful than fingers. It was like the best cock she'd ever had, and it didn't stop coming. She closed her eyes and felt herself cum a little, a small tremor compared to what had come before and would likely come after. "That's . . . fuck, that's incredible! Never felt anything like this!" Claire gasped, turning to face Eliza. "Oh, pretty, wait til we get going," the busty woman responded, leaning forward to kiss and suck Claire's neck hard enough to leave a mark. As she did so, another of her tentacles slipped forward, stroking its way up Claire's other leg and wrapping around. The one embedded in that sweet pussy started to move in and out, fucking its way further into her. Alana's orgasm had subsided, but she was still lapping and sucking furiously at Lauren's pussy, and the girl in question was moaning louder and longer, her hips working in a circle before she finally cried out her pleasure to the summer night sky. Her back arched powerfully, her pussy gushing wetness all over her lover's face, Lauren's fingers clutched at the rock beneath them. Lauren came down from her high, panting and lightly covered in sweat. "F-fuck, that's amazing," she whispered, resting her head on Alana's scaled hip. Her eyes caught what was happening with the other two, and blinked sleepily. "Oh, my . . . oh!" she said as one of the questing tentacles reached her leg, slipping up the smooth skin. Eliza looked over her shoulder at them, a roguish grin on her face. "You get some, too. Alana loves to share." Another of her tentacles slipped along Alana's tail, teasing up along the scales to where the pink slit had opened. "And I do, too." Claire was writhing on the rock, her body thrusting itself down onto the tentacle inside of her over and over. She barely noticed when the second tentacle slipped up to caress her ass, but she did notice when the slick, smooth tip started to probe and tease her asshole. "What? I've never . . ." she trailed off as Eliza's hands found her breasts, pinching her nipples lightly. "Maybe not, but there's a first time for everything," the octopus woman breathed, gathering some of the moisture from Claire's pussy with the probing tentacle before moving to the tight, virgin asshole again. "Mmm, and I'm very glad to be your first." Lauren felt the supple, strong tentacle slip inside of her, and her body responded immediately, pussy growing even wetter; it was almost dripping onto Alana's face. The mermaid's mouth was open in a gasp as her own pussy was spread open by another tentacle. "God, this is . . . the best feeling," Lauren moaned, using the fingers of one hand to spread open Alana's pussy for the invading tentacle. Eliza pressed her tentacle harder at Claire's asshole, until suddenly it slipped inside. Claire bit back a sound -- she wasn't certain if it was a moan or a scream -- and felt her body adjust to the invader. Eliza gave her a moment to get used to the feeling of fullness and being spread, but soon began to move, thrusting the tentacle deeper and deeper inside of her. As the cecaelia got her tentacles deeper in all three of the other girls, she started to move them in a rhythm, pushing deep into all of them at once. They were moaning, hips moving, in sync. Eliza could feel their bodies throbbing, twitching with every thrust, and she could feel both of her tentacles rubbing against each other inside of Claire's body. Her own excitement was growing stronger and stronger, her eyes closing to take in the sensation more fully. They were all tight, and so wet and hot, it was amazing to feel! Claire was almost insensible with the feelings coursing through her. She'd never felt anything like this before, the fullness and slight soreness of having her ass fucked was balanced by the incredible thickness spreading her pussy open. Her moans were growing faster and louder as she bucked her hips onto the two appendages spreading her open. The other two were moving in concert, grinding against each other as well as the two tentacles inside of them. Lauren gasped when she felt the second tentacle slipping against her asshole, but didn't protest as it slid into her tight pucker. "Ahhhh, fucking hell!" she cried, her head going back in pleasure. "So good, god!" "That's right," Eliza moaned, "you all feel like heaven!" She picked up her tempo a bit, fucking them faster, and starting to change the rhythm of the thrusts, letting one tentacle go in while the other withdrew. "Can't wait to feel you all cream on my tentacles! Watch you all cum, look so fucking sexy!" Claire was the first one to explode, her body tensing strongly and then releasing in twitching spasms as she felt her pussy and ass contract around the invading tentacles, starting the chain reaction. "Fuuuuck! God, so good!" On the heels of that, Lauren started to cum as well, her body contorting with pleasure. She was trembling, her pussy gushing wetness onto Alana's face. The taste, combined with the feeling of being fucking, made the mermaid cream as well. The last thing that Claire remembered was the feeling of something hot and sticky shooting into her pussy and ass, and the thought that she hadn't known octopi could do that. And then everything went black. ~ ~ ~ ~ Claire woke up in bed, with sunlight streaming in through the windows and onto the sheets of the empty bed next to her. "Wha . . . what a fucked up dream," she muttered, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. She was just wearing a tank top, which was strange, since she remembered putting on shorts before bed last night. She hadn't thought she was that tired. So she tugged on a pair of pajama pants, and headed out to the front porch. She paused, looking at the table. On the small table, there were two sets of shells, strung together with what looked like string. Her fingers reached out for them, then paused. What . . . did that mean? Had it been real after all? Claire picked one up, and shook her head. More likely, Lauren was just messing with her. She grabbed the other set of shells and headed out to the porch where her sister sat, a cup of coffee on the railing next to her. "Good morning, sleepyhead." Draping the shells over the railing, Claire leaned against it and looked at her sister steadily. "What did you leave those on the table for?" "I didn't. You did, when we got back last night." Lauren sipped her coffee. "Don't you remember?" There was a moment of silence, and Claire shook her head slowly. "No, I . . . remember getting in to bed. And waking up and you not being in the cabin." She blinked at her sister. "Wait. You're saying that I actually went out to the ocean last night, and got busy with a mermaid and an octopus lady?" Lauren tilted her head. "Yes, fool. That's what I'm saying. And when we left, they gave us those, and told us that if we wanted to visit them, we should put them on and head into the ocean." She set the mug down again, putting her feet up on the railing next to the shells. "What do you want to do with them?" Claire looked at the shells, gleaming softly in the early morning sunlight. Then she looked up and down the beach, then at her sister. She grinned madly and grabbed one. "Last one in's a rotten egg!" Last One to Leave Shit! It was already getting dark and the snow hadn't let up since I went for lunch, as always I was the last one to leave after a long day at work. I turned off my computer, gathered up my things and began the long trudge home. The streets in the industrial area I worked in were still and peaceful, that is why I liked to walk rather then take the bus. The quiet was my way of shedding the days stress out into the silence so that I could daze off to another (warmer) place. I was daydreaming and didn't notice the dark truck pulling in behind me, before I knew it; a loud honk interrupted my thoughts. I turned abruptly and blinked into the headlights. My heart quickened as the door opened, "What are you doing out here you crazy girl?!" It was the service guy for the company I worked for! I slowly relaxed, exhaled and smiled into the headlights; he was someone I had come to know and trusted. "Come on, get in and I'll drive you home, our boss would fire me if he found out I let you stay out in this weather and freeze!" he shouted. I walked around the truck and got in. The warmth of the heater inside made my fingertips and cheeks sting but god it felt good! "Thanks for giving me a ride, you really didn't have to. I thought you left work so you could get home for dinner with your wife?" I asked. "How is she doing anyway?" He explained to me that he had come back to the office to get something he had forgotten, "typical", I thought! He managed to always forget something! That is what I liked the most about him; he was a funny, fun loving and easygoing guy. He was talented in the art of making me smile. Not to mention that he was definitely easy on the eyes! We continued to drive in silence through the storm. I am not sure what overcame me and at what point it happened but I suddenly had an urgent need to sleep with my friend and colleague. I couldn't believe what I was thinking! I was disgusted with myself yet turned on by thought of having his cock in my mouth. I shook my head, to clear these unexpected fantasies. "Are you o.k.? You don't look well." he inquired. "I am feeling a little under the weather, would you mind walking me to my door?" I quietly responded. What? Why had I said that? It was almost as if someone else was speaking, taking a deep breath I tried focusing on the snowflakes falling outside the steamy windows of the truck. As the truck slowed to a stop, we got out and trudged up the walkway to my house. I opened the door and stepped inside. "Would you like to come in for a moment?" Why was I inviting him in? "Sure, the roads are getting nasty so I'll have some coffee and wait it out for a bit", my comrade replied. In the soft light of the doorway I began to notice the blue of his eyes, they were an icy blue with light flecks of yellow. His smile was soft and revealed the sharpness of his jaw. It made the flutters in my stomach intensify, my cheeks began to flush. I turned to hide my face and took my coat off. I went to the kitchen to make coffee and invited him to take a seat in the living room. I returned to the living room and sat beside him on the sofa, awkward but since I am a bachelor I only have a sofa. We comfortably chatted until the coffee was ready, when I stood to retrieve the coffee I found myself turning to face him. That sudden urge overcame me again, I felt my crotch getting warm and I began to unbutton my shirt. He didn't move, he just sat there and watched as my full breasts appeared in front of him. I slowly removed my bra and I saw the yellow in his icy eyes flicker. "We can't do this, you are a beautiful women but I am married." He whispered. I leaned forward and placed my now hardened nipples in front of his face. He exhaled and took them into his warm soft mouth. I slid my skirt up over my thighs and slowly moved his hand to my warm and now damp pussy. He quickly pushed me away and stood, shaking his head he stated, "Please, don't do this. We both know it's wrong." I didn't understand; the uncontrollable urge to have him had overcome me. I knew it was wrong but couldn't find it in myself to stop. I pushed him back down onto the sofa and began to undo his pants. He seemed to relax and allowed me to complete my task. Looking back now I think he had just wanted to say what he felt was necessary for his wife's sake. I pulled his now growing cock from his pants and slowly ran my tongue from the base all the way to the tip. Holding the now hard base of his large cock I wrapped my mouth around his head and slid his member to the back of my throat. I quickened the pace in which I slid his cock in and out of my mouth while swirling my tender tongue around it. I felt his body become ridged and heard him moan, his cum flowed into my mouth as I hungrily drank it to the last drop. Without a word but a knowing look he slid off the sofa, gently lowering me to the floor he kissed my supple breasts and smooth neck. I could feel the lips of my pussy swell as he began to lick and suck my clit. I whimpered when he placed two slender fingers into my tight hole. It had been almost a year since it felt a man's touch and I yearned for more. His pumping intensified and I quickly felt a release and moaned while my juices overflowed into his awaiting mouth. As he placed his lips to mine I could taste my cum. This overwhelmed me and I pleaded with him to let me fuck his cock. Keeping one finger on my clit and massaging, he slowly pushed his now engorged penis into my dripping, wet cunt. "Faster, faster!" I called out. My body was trembling; I lifted my ivory legs up and around his back lifting my bum so that he could go deeper. This inspired him to speed up and his balls began smacking me with every thrust. "Fuck me harder....yes! That's it. Harder baby, come on....oohh." I groaned as he drove into me. I could feel myself about to cum; I reached up and grabbed a hold of his dark hair with one hand trying to pull him in deeper. With my other hand wrapped around him and clawing at his back I ........"oh,ohhh, yes! Come on, I'm...I'm...ahh...Cumming!" My body quivered, shook and shuttered while I felt my juices flowing. When I came out of my erotic haze, my partner moved above me so that he could finish off by fucking my face. I greedily took him into my mouth. I could taste myself on him, I grabbed the base of his rod and pumped quickly, sucking hard, he thrust to the back of my throat. I reached for his bum and gently placed the tip of my finger in his rosebud. This seemed to put him over the edge and with a cry of ecstasy he came into my mouth. I sucked gently swallowing every drop. He pulled his cock from my mouth and I licked the tip of his penis. We lay on the floor beside each other, drained and sleepy. Slowly he got up to leave, I felt embarrassed and guilty. Not sure what to say I put my shirt on and walk him to the door. Turning to leave he asked, "Shall I drive you home tomorrow? The weather is supposed to bad and I'd hate to see you catch a cold." I blush and nod my head yes. I will look forward to tomorrow I thought.