The sun was a warm, lazy weight on the blanket, and Kira’s phone buzzed against her thigh where it lay nestled in the grass. She picked it up, her smile from a moment before softening, then fading. Her thumb swiped, paused. She bit her lower lip, a faint line appearing between her brows.
Doug watched her from where he lay propped on an elbow, tracing the curve of Ravynn’s hip with his fingertips. “Everything okay?”
Kira blinked, setting the phone face-down. “Yeah. Fine. Just… forgot about something I was supposed to do today.”
“What thing?” Doug’s voice was gentle, curious. “Maybe we can help.”
She shook her head, a strand of brown hair catching on her glasses. “It’s nothing. Really. We’ll just get together next month.”
“Kira.” Ravynn rolled onto her stomach, her emerald eyes sharp. “Spill.”
Kira sighed, a soft, surrendering sound. “Well, you know how I like to do mermaiding with a group of friends…?”
Ravynn’s head tilted. “Mermaiding?”
Doug chuckled, the sound a warm rumble. “She and her friends get together at a pool or a lake. They wear these silicone tails, swim around. Kira’s is beautiful—vibrant purples and pinks. She’s got a purple bikini top that goes with it.” He looked back at Kira. “Today’s the group swim, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.” Kira’s shoulders slumped a little. “I got caught up. I hadn’t thought I’d be spending the night, and certainly not this morning here, so it just slipped my mind. It’s no big deal.”
“No big deal?” Doug pushed himself up. “You only do it once a month. Don’t miss it for… this.” He gestured around the blanket, at their tangled, sated bodies. “This, I suspect, is going to become a far more regular occurrence.”
Ravynn’s gaze was fixed on Kira. “So you dress as a full-on mermaid. Right down to the tail and bikini top. And you swim around in public?”
“Yep.” A defiant little smile touched Kira’s lips. “I know it’s a little weird, but I love it.”
“Weird?” Ravynn blurted. “Fuck that. I think it’s hot.”
Doug nodded, his eyes darkening as he looked at Kira. “You’re right. I’ve seen the pictures. It’s pretty damned hot.”
Kira laughed, a genuine, bright sound. “Only because you have a thing for mermaids.”
“In fairness,” Doug said, leaning closer, his voice dropping. “I have had a thing for you. And the fact that you do mermaiding is hot because it’s you in the tail. And let’s face it… until Disney did the movie, most mermaids in art and film had their tits out for all to see. How could that not be hot?”
Ravynn stood in one fluid motion. She reached down, her hands finding Kira’s. “We’re going. Get up.”
Thirty minutes later, Doug and Ravynn were perched on the sun-bleached wood of a public dock, their legs dangling over the water. The lake stretched out, a flat sheet of blue under the afternoon sky. About thirty yards out, a splash of color broke the surface—a flash of purple and pink, a glint of sun on wet silicone.
Kira swam with three other women, their tails—emerald green, sunset orange, shimmering silver—creating gentle wakes behind them. They laughed, the sound carrying across the water, and dove under in unison, their fins flipping up with playful splashes.
A group picnicked on the grass a short way off. A few small children had broken away from the blanket, drawn to the water’s edge. They pointed, their small voices carrying. Several young girls, about five years old, ventured closer to the dock, their eyes wide.
One of them, a little girl with braids, looked up at Doug. “Are they real mermaids?”
Doug smiled down at her. “Of course. Would you like to meet one?”
“Can I?”
“Absolutely.” He stood, the old boards creaking under his weight. He cupped his hands around his mouth. “Kirawen! You have a fan who’d like to meet you!”
Out in the water, Kira’s head turned. She smiled, a brilliant, unguarded thing. Then she dove. Her purple and pink tail flipped into the air, a perfect arc that sent a spray of droplets catching the light, and she was gone beneath the surface.
The little girl gasped. For a moment, there was only the lap of water against the pilings. Then, right in front of the dock, Kira surfaced. Water streamed from her hair, her shoulders, the scales of her tail. She rested her arms on the dock’s edge, her face level with the child’s.
The little girl squealed, clapping her hands. “You’re real!”
“I am,” Kira said, her voice warm and melodious, playing the part. “My name’s Kirawen. What’s yours?”
Doug watched, a strange, tight warmth spreading through his chest. He saw the wonder on the child’s face, the effortless joy on Kira’s. Ravynn’s hand found his knee, her fingers squeezing. She wasn’t watching the girl. She was watching Kira, her expression soft, utterly captivated.
After a minute, the girl’s parents called. She ran back to the picnic blanket, shouting, “I met a mermaid! I talked to her!”
Kira beamed, pushing her wet hair back. She gave Doug and Ravynn a wink before diving under again, a purple streak shooting back toward her friends.
“Fuck me,” Ravynn whispered, her voice thick. “That was… fuck.”
Doug just nodded, his throat too tight for words.
A couple of hours later, the three of them trailed back into the cool dimness of Doug’s house, carrying the scent of lake water and sunshine. Kira had changed back into shorts and a tank top, her hair damp at the ends.
“That was incredible,” Doug said, dropping onto the living room sofa. “Watching you out there. The pure joy of it.”
“It’s my happy place,” Kira said, sinking into an armchair. “Silly, but…”
“Not silly,” Ravynn corrected, leaning against the doorframe. “Magic.”
Doug grinned, the familiar, teasing heat returning to his eyes. “The only problem with the whole spectacle was the tremendous lack of nipples on display. Historically inaccurate, really.”
Kira laughed, pushing her glasses up her nose. “I can help with that right now.” Her hands went to the hem of her tank top.
“Wait.” Ravynn’s voice was a cool, clear note. She pushed off the doorframe and walked into the room, her gaze locked on Kira. “It’s too bad we can’t fuck you in your mermaid costume. That tail… the fantasy of it. It’s a crime.”
Kira’s hands stilled. A blush crept up her neck, but her hazel eyes held Ravynn’s. “It’s one of my greatest fantasies,” she admitted, her voice dropping to a confessional murmur. “To be fucked in my mermaid form. I… I had a special tail made. For that reason.”
Doug sat forward. “What?”
“The purple and pink one. It has… imperceptible holes in the silicone. In the skin. At just the right places.” Kira’s breath hitched. “To align with my pussy.”
The air in the room changed. It became thick, charged, every molecule humming.
Ravynn didn’t move. She stood five feet from Kira, her ivory skin flushed, her fiery hair a riot against the muted wall. Her green eyes were dark, predatory. Her voice, when it came, was a calm, absolute command.
“Put it on,” she said. “And take those tits out then.”
Kira’s hazel eyes, wide behind her glasses, held Ravynn’s command for a breathless second. Then a slow, wicked smile spread across her face. She stood. “It’s in my car. The special one. I’ll be right back.”
She returned minutes later carrying a large mesh bag. Without a word, she led them through the house and out the sliding glass door to the backyard. The late afternoon sun slanted across the lawn, warm on their skin. “It feels more natural out here,” Kira said, her voice hushed with anticipation. “When I’m in the tail. The water’s not here, but the air is.”
She set the bag down on the blanket they’d left rumpled from earlier. Her hands went to the hem of her tank top, pulling it over her head. Her shorts and panties followed, kicked into a small pile. She stood naked before them, the sun gilding her curves, her full DD breasts heavy and inviting, her nipples already tight peaks. Doug’s mouth went dry. Ravynn just watched, her green eyes dark, a predator admiring her prey.
From the bag, Kira drew out the folded silicone tail—the vibrant purple and pink scales shimmering. She stepped into the monofin foot pocket, then began to shimmy the tail up her legs, the material clinging to her thighs, her hips. It was a slow, sensual struggle, the silicone resisting then yielding, swallowing her lower half until only the very top of the tail’s waistband sat just below her navel. Her breasts remained gloriously bare. She looked down at herself, then up at Doug, a playful challenge in her eyes. “Is this more realistic for you?”
Doug didn’t answer with words. He closed the distance between them in two strides, his hands framing her waist, his mouth descending. He latched onto her right nipple, sucking hard, his tongue flattening against the areola before he drew the stiff peak deep into the heat of his mouth.
Kira cried out, a sharp, pleasure-soaked sound. Her head fell back, her hands flying to his hair, gripping. “Oh, god, Doug…”
He released her nipple with a soft pop, the flesh wet and glistening, impossibly hard. He met her gaze, his own eyes heavy-lidded with want. “Yeah,” he rumbled, his voice thick. “That’s more realistic.”
“Show me the hole,” Ravynn said, her voice a low thrum. She knelt on the blanket beside Kira’s shimmering tail.
Breathing hard, Kira lowered herself to sit, then lay back on the blanket, the silicone tail flexing. She guided Ravynn’s hand to a spot on the upper thigh of the tail, where the scales seemed to flow uninterrupted. “Here. You have to feel for it. The seam is nearly invisible.”
Ravynn’s fingers, cool and sure, traced the scales. She found it—a subtle give, a hairline separation in the silicone. She pressed, and her fingertips slipped through into warm, open air beneath. She slid her hand deeper, under the tail, and her knuckles brushed the soft skin of Kira’s inner thigh. Then higher. Her fingers found wet heat, slick folds, the swollen heart of her.
Kira gasped, her back arching off the blanket. “There.”
Ravynn didn’t hesitate. She pushed two fingers inside Kira’s cunt, slow and deep, a smooth invasion made secret by the mermaid skin covering her legs. Kira moaned, long and low, her hands scrabbling at the grass. Doug moved, kneeling by her head, his mouth finding her other breast. He sucked her nipple, laved it with his tongue, while his hand cupped the weight of her breast, kneading.
Ravynn began to move her fingers, a slow, curling rhythm inside Kira’s soaking pussy. The wet sound was muffled by the tail, a secret, filthy music only they could hear. Her thumb found Kira’s clit, circling with firm, deliberate pressure.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Kira chanted, her voice breaking. “Right there, don’t stop, please…” Her language shed its bookish veneer, turning raw. “Your fingers feel so good inside me. I’m so fucking wet for you. I’m dripping.”
Doug switched breasts, sucking her left nipple deep, marking the pale skin with his beard. Ravynn’s pace inside her quickened, her fingers pistoning, crooking to hit a spot that made Kira’s whole body jolt. The dual assault on her nipples and her cunt was relentless, overwhelming. Kira’s hips bucked against Ravynn’s hand, the tail undulating like it was alive.
“I’m gonna come,” Kira warned, her voice a strained whisper. “I’m gonna come from your fingers in my pussy while he sucks my tits. Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
Her orgasm hit her silently at first, a tensing of every muscle, her mouth open in a soundless cry. Then it ripped through her with a shuddering gasp, her cunt clenching rhythmically around Ravynn’s fingers, a hot, pulsing grip. Ravynn worked her through it, prolonging the waves until Kira collapsed back, spent, her chest heaving.
“Now,” Kira panted, her eyes blazing behind her smudged glasses. “Now fuck me. Please. I need a cock in me. I need to be fucked in my tail.”
Doug looked at Ravynn, a question in his eyes. Ravynn gave a slight nod, withdrawing her slick fingers. Doug moved, positioning himself between Kira’s splayed legs. The tail parted around her entrance, the hidden hole perfectly aligned, just as she’d promised. He guided his cock, thick and hard, to her slick opening. He pressed the head against her, feeling her heat, her wetness.
“Slow,” Kira begged, her hands reaching for him. “Make it last. This is the fantasy.”
Doug obeyed. He pushed forward, an inch, then retreated. Another inch, then out. He set a slow, methodical pace, each shallow thrust a deliberate torture. The silicone of the tail rubbed against his thighs, a strange, smooth friction. Kira’s pussy was impossibly hot, tight, fluttering around him. Her breasts, marked with red from his mouth, rose and fell with each ragged breath.
“Yes,” she moaned, her head thrashing side to side. “Just like that. You’re filling me up. Fucking your mermaid. Oh, god, your cock…”
He built the rhythm gradually, deepening his strokes, but never breaking the slow, deep cadence. He watched her face, the ecstasy contorting her features, her dirty mouth gasping praise and filth. Ravynn knelt beside them, one hand stroking Kira’s hair, the other pinching and rolling a hardened nipple.
Kira’s second climax built more slowly, a deep, rolling pressure. “I’m close again,” she whimpered. “Don’t stop, Doug, please, right there, fuck your little mermaid slut…”
He drove into her, steady and deep, and felt her cunt convulse around him, a series of pulsing, milking contractions. She cried out, her body bowing off the blanket. He rode her through it, his own control fraying at the edges, until her shudders subsided.
As soon as she went limp, Ravynn tapped Doug’s shoulder. “Switch.”
Doug pulled out, his cock glistening. Ravynn moved into place, her own erection jutting from her body, flushed and eager. She didn’t ask. She positioned herself and slid into Kira’s well-fucked, dripping pussy in one smooth, deep stroke.
Kira’s eyes flew open. “Fuck! Ravynn…”
Ravynn set the same, slow, devastating pace Doug had, her hips rolling, her cock buried to the hilt with each thrust. The difference in angle, the feel of her, made Kira gasp anew. “Your cock… it’s so good. Different. I can feel every inch. Don’t you dare go fast. Fuck me slow, make me feel it forever.”
Ravynn complied, her emerald eyes locked on Kira’s, a faint smile on her lips. She leaned down, capturing Kira’s mouth in a searing kiss as she fucked her. Kira met the kiss hungrily, her tongue tangling with Ravynn’s, her moans swallowed.
When Ravynn finally broke the kiss, Kira turned her head, her gaze finding Doug where he knelt beside them. “Doug,” she panted. “Let me suck you. Please. I want your cock in my mouth while she fucks my pussy.”
Doug needed no further invitation. He shifted, kneeling by Kira’s head. She turned, her mouth opening, and he fed his cock past her lips. She took him deep, her throat working, her tongue swirling around the head before she pulled back to lavish attention on his shaft. Her sucking was desperate, hungry, synchronized with the deep thrusts Ravynn was delivering into her cunt.
The dual sensations, the filthy, perfect tableau, pushed Kira over the edge again. She came with Doug’s cock in her mouth, her cries muffled, her pussy clamping down on Ravynn’s length. Ravynn groaned, her rhythm stuttering for a moment before she regained control, fucking Kira through the tremors.
They switched again. Doug back in her pussy, Ravynn at her mouth. Then again. Each change brought a new wave of sensation, a new angle, a new cock filling her. Kira was a writhing, begging, coming mess, her fantasy unfolding in a marathon of pleasure. “Harder,” she finally pleaded, her voice hoarse. “Fuck me harder now. I need it.”
Ravynn, who was inside her at that moment, didn’t need telling twice. She braced her hands on the blanket beside Kira’s shoulders and began a hard, deep, pounding rhythm. Each thrust drove Kira’s body into the earth, the tail slapping against Ravynn’s thighs. Doug faced Ravynn, kneeling over Kira’s chest. He took Kira’s big, beautiful breasts in his hands, pressing them together, and slid his cock between the slick, sweat-sheened valley.
Kira, her head turned, her mouth free, didn’t hesitate. As Doug fucked her tits, his cockhead nudging her chin, she leaned forward and licked his balls, then took one gently into her mouth, sucking. Doug groaned, his hips faltering. He leaned down, his mouth finding Ravynn’s nearest nipple, latching on, sucking hard as he thrust between Kira’s breasts.
The overload of sensation—Ravynn’s cock hammering her pussy, Doug’s cock sliding between her tits, his mouth on Ravynn, Ravynn’s sweat dripping onto her chest—was too much. Kira exploded. This orgasm wasn’t a wave; it was a detonation. Her body seized, back arching violently, a raw, screaming cry tearing from her throat. It went on and on, a chain reaction of climaxes that left her shuddering uncontrollably.
Ravynn rode her through the cataclysm, her own control shattering. With a guttural cry, she drove deep and held, her body rigid. Doug felt her tremble against his mouth. Ravynn came inside Kira, her cock pulsing, pumping her release deep into Kira’s clutching cunt.
As Ravynn’s spasms subsided, Doug pulled away from her breast. He saw the dazed, sated look in Ravynn’s eyes as she slowly pulled out. Kira’s pussy was glistening, swollen, a trickle of Ravynn’s cum already seeping out. Doug moved back between Kira’s legs. He pushed into her, into the wet, hot, spent warmth now mixed with Ravynn’s release. It was a slick, possessive slide.
Kira was boneless, barely conscious, but she moaned as he filled her again. “Yes… more…”
Doug fucked her with a steady, deep, possessive rhythm, chasing his own end. The squelch of Ravynn’s cum around his cock was obscenely erotic. He felt Kira’s body begin to tense again beneath him, a slow, rolling build of another orgasm triggered by his relentless pounding. When it broke over her, a soft, continuous whimper this time, he let go. He buried himself to the hilt and came, his own release jetting into her, mixing with Ravynn’s, overfilling her. He felt it spill out around the base of his cock, warm on his balls and her thighs.
He collapsed beside her, spent. Ravynn dropped onto the blanket on Kira’s other side. For long minutes, the only sounds were their ragged breathing and the distant chirp of evening birds.
Kira was the first to speak, her voice a wrecked, happy sigh. “Thank you.” She turned her head to look at each of them. “That was… the culmination of a lifelong fantasy.” She gave a weak, breathless laugh. “Also, I’m going to have to figure out how to clean about a gallon of cum out of my tail tomorrow. But that’s tomorrow’s problem.”