An Ocean Apart

"Oh my," she said, her hand caressing my now fully hard shaft. "You seem to like that idea."

"Oh yes," I murmured.

"I couldn't have gone through with it," she said. "It was never serious. But it caught in my mind. It was hard to let it go. It... re-awakened me."

"You mean...sexually?" I asked.

"Yes," she said. "That's exactly what I mean. At that time, I had been suppressing my sexuality for years. But once I started down that path..."

"And that's when you got involved with the swim coach."

"Carlo," she said. "He was a person; he had a name. He was young and beautiful and sweet. He reminded me...of you."

"So, I helped cause all this pain you and Jenny went through," I said. "I'm part of this story too. I never knew."

"We're all part of the story, Jake," she said. "The whole family. That's what family is. Everything, everyone, interconnected. And it became too much for me, and I ran away."

She lay in my arms, and even though my skin had dried after our swim, my chest felt wet again as her tears began to flow.

"I'm sorry," I said. "So sorry. For all that you went through, for all that happened. I wish I could go back in time and fix everything."

"You can't, Jake," she answered. "The best you can hope for is that wounds from then may heal."

"Then I wish I could do that," I said. "Heal the wounds, end the pain."

"That's what we're doing tonight," she whispered, and then she moved onto me and mounted me.

I entered her easily. She felt warmer, almost hot, without the ocean currents to cool her. Her breasts slid on chest, her nipples stiff and hard as the tropical breeze caressed her. Her lips, like her pussy, were hot and wet and needy, and our tongues danced a sensuous tango.

She put her hands on my shoulders and raised her upper body. Her breasts were now offered to me, bobbing seductively as she moved, and I seized them. A harder breeze hissed through the trees, and she shook her head and her long, dark hair swirled in a wild cloud. She lifted herself almost off my cock, then slammed down hard, then did it again, and then we were in a hard, fast, dirty rhythm. I rose to meet her each time she dropped, and our bodies slapped loudly against the backdrop of waves and wind.

We fucked in a hard, fast, almost savage groove. Her sharp nails dug into my chest and she screamed my name on that beach into the moonlit sky. I felt a drop of water hit my face, then another, and at first, I thought it was raining, but then a fresh drop touched my lips, and it was warm and salty. She cried as she fucked me, shedding tears of pain and anguish and joy and release.

"Fuck me Jake!" she cried. "Take me use me FUCK ME!"

Her pussy convulsed around me, and she shuddered and moaned and gushed and came. Her orgasm was loud and hard and long. When it subsided, she didn't slow down, but just kept pounding me in her desperately wild rhythm.

I left one hand clutching her breast but grabbed her firm ass with the other. I massaged and squeezed and gave her a sharp spank, which made her moan and quiver. I gripped and caressed and explored, and my middle finger brushed her little star.

"Oh god yes, there, please!" she cried, so I circled her rim and then pressed my fingertip gently against her, increasing the pressure until she opened and just my fingertip penetrated her anus.

She came again, and her pussy squeezed my cock while my finger explored and moved deeper into her backdoor. Her pussy gushed and her juice was everywhere, easing my entry. Her tight ring gripped my second knuckle.

She took my other hand from her breast and brought it to her throat. Her eyes, still streaming with tears, pleaded with me to use her and take her and release her pain.

It was a very dirty grip, one hand gripping her throat (firmly but lovingly) while my other hand savagely grabbed her ass while a finger reached into her, exploring her back passage. Her own hands were on her breasts, and she pulled and twisted at her nipples. She was surrendering herself to me, exposing sensitive, vulnerable areas and giving me leverage and control over her body. I thrashed her up and down on my cock violently.

Her eyes were closed now, and the tears had stopped for the first time since she had mounted me. Her head tipped back, her mouth was open, and her face looked almost peaceful in its blissful surrender. Her body shook and a warm wash from her body bathed me as she came yet again. Her primal beauty and her sublime ecstasy tore at my soul, and my balls convulsed, and I came deep inside this exquisite enchantress. I pulsed again and again, and as I relaxed my grip on her throat she screamed into the skies and released two decades of pain and heartache.

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Later, after a nude hike back to her house, we cleaned up in an outdoor shower that washed away the sea, sand, sweat and secretions of our passionate encounter. Streams of clean water poured on us from above, while rivers of muddy sand flowed from our bodies and down the drain.

One of my most erotic visions is a freshly showered woman who wraps her hair in a towel but leaves her body nude. Giselle gave me this gift as she led me to her bed. Her inner sanctum was richly, tastefully, and beautifully, a worthy landlocked lair for a mermaid queen.

I watched as she turned down the sheets. She tossed her towel on the floor and climbed onto mattress, crawling sinuously as she gave me a seductive over-the-shoulder look. I took three long strides and leaped upon her, rolling her under me. We laughed as we wrestled on her bed, but then we paused, her thighs opened to me, and I entered her forcefully.

Earlier, at the cove, our lovemaking had surged and heaved with powerful emotions. Now, we succumbed to primitive, physical need. My cock was back to full hardness, and I thrust deep into her. She was open, liquid, hot, and lusty. Her hips rose to meet each of my violent thrusts. Our muscles quivered with effort as we tried to achieve deeper, wider, harder penetration.

"Take me," she whispered. "Take all of me... harder, Jake...deeper baby...fill me..."

We reached a violent groove that was as hard as we could go, and we maintained it as long as we could. My muscles burned with effort and then she screamed and convulsed and came and I felt warm thick wetness surging from within her. My balls burned and tightened, and I exploded somewhere at her very core, filling her with my desire and my seed and my love.

Then I collapsed on her, utterly spent and exhausted, satisfied at last that I had given and taken everything I could. I lay for a few seconds or minutes in her arms, drifting in and out of sleep...

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"We have time to sleep for a couple of hours of sleep," she said later as we cuddled with our bare limbs and bodies intertwined. "Then we need to get you packed and I'll get you to the airport."

"Why don't you just sleep in?" I said. "I don't mind taking a cab."

"I want to see you off," she said. "Besides, I know a really good ticket agent out there. She can get me bookings and deals I can't find on the internet."

"Are you travelling somewhere?" I asked.

"To the mainland," she said. "I think I'm going to go visit my granddaughter."

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Giselle's granddaughter was named Ariel, which seemed like a good name for a girl descended from mermaid royalty.

Ariel arrived a couple of weeks early, slightly underweight but perfectly healthy. Giselle's ticket agent worked miracles, and she only missed the birth by half a day.

To the extent there was a tearful, joyous re-union, it was between Giselle and my mother, as the family's youngest and eldest sisters embraced and laughed and cried outside Jenny's hospital room.

Jenny and her mother simply hugged and exchanged how-are-you-feeling and how-was-your-flight, and then they seemed perfectly happy and comfortable just to hold hands and sit quietly together. Later, Dalia brought the baby into the room, and daughter, mother and grandmother spent a little while together.

Dalia hung back, but later she and Giselle went for a long walk and were laughing and smiling when they returned.

As much as I longed for my own passionate re-union with Giselle, I knew it wasn't going to happen. Giselle and I had prepared for this right before I left; neither of us wanted to risk the uproar that might happen if it came out that we had slept together. We both feared we'd be unable to lie about it convincingly if asked point-blank, so our best strategy was to make sure no one asked. We had to be very restrained in our behavior around each other. At one point, we made eye contact and shared a longing smile and I saw Jenny giving me a quizzical look. But if she had picked up something, she didn't mention it.

In the evening, they all sent me home (which was a nearby hotel room my mom had booked for me). I was exhausted, but a bittersweet mix of emotions didn't let me sleep right away. I was joyously happy about the birth of my beautiful "niece," and pleased that I'd helped start the healing process between Giselle and Jenny. But I was also melancholy about having loved and likely lost these two remarkable women.

While I would remain close to both, I didn't think I would ever again experience with them the intimacy, romance, and passion we had so recently shared. Jenny seemed ready to fully embrace her new role as Ariel's mother, which probably left no room for amorous engagements for at least the near term. As for Giselle, our tryst had helped her complete unfinished family business, but it felt like that chapter was now closed.

As I lay in my bed wrestling with these mixed emotions, my phone buzzed with an incoming text. It jolted me into complete alertness, as I feared bad news from the hospital.

But it turned out not to be from any of my family. It was from Andrea, the sexy, playful beauty I had met briefly at Giselle's home in Maui. It was a selfie she'd sent me, and a rather spectacular one.

In the photo, Andrea stood near a swimming pool, barely dressed in a scandalously tiny pink bikini. Her pose bore a striking resemblance to Giselle's Christmas card shot, and I wondered if she had seen the same photo at Giselle's house and the imitation was intentional. Her skin was a deep bronze, her hair was long and frizzy and wild, and she looked leggy and sporty and ready for anything. Her breasts were smaller and firmer than Giselle's, while her hips and thighs had a slight muscular thickness that caused a stirring in my groin.

A moment later, my phone buzzed again with another text:

ANDREA: 'Out your way next week...time for belated b-day dinner and.....? ♡Ani♡'

I laughed out loud at the note. It was so her: flirty, forward and fun. My heart surged with joy in anticipation of adventures to come, as I typed my reply:

ME: 'Cum and get it, birthday girl...see u soon. xoxo Jake♡'

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