I'm Sleeping with the Fishes

"C'mon babe," Kevin said. "She's just doing cartwheels."

I glanced over to the blonde trying to show off, successfully by the size of the crowd gathering around her.

"Kev - look at her form. Those cartwheels belong on a horse and buggy."

"C'mon Heather! Show off those mad state champion skills, with a z."

She was a little younger, sure, otherwise the spitting image of me. Actually, maybe a little more top-heavy. Her boobs were bursting out a top designed for that purpose. Across the beach, guys were flocking, no doubt attracted to her bouncing... personality.

I cracked open another beer.

"I think I'll just enjoy the show."

"Sure, but then you might as well say it. Everyone's already thinking it."

"What now?"

"You've no longer got it."

"Whatever..."

"The torch has been passed. The Olympics are over..."

I gestured at the girl, whose hand went up to tuck one of her boobs back into its holster.

"Just in time for the 'O' lympics to begin."

I had been an alternate to London in 2012, which DID NOT make me an actual Olympian. It made me close, tantalizingly, achingly, willing to hire a Russian with a tire iron kind of close to an actual accomplishment in gymnastics.

Funny...

I had practiced since I was six. My parents took me to camps, private coaches, and every meet across Texas. I got a full-ride scholarship, a degree in physical therapy, and more medals and trophies than I could fit in a suitable cabinet.

And still, missing out on the Olympics more than a decade ago is all I can think about. I don't really even practice anymore. Of course, pushing forty, I no longer bend quite like Beckham. I don't miss the diets, though I added a few pounds immediately after retiring that I never lost. Looking back, I wish I could have appreciated things as they happened, instead of being laser focused on the grind.

The girl stuck her landing, tits jiggling as she milked the applause.

"Looks like she's headed to Paris in 24."

"Uh-huh..."

"I bet she does a split on one of those dicks later."

Fuck, he was always doing this, negging me. Needling me about how he expected sex with a gymnast to be more acrobatic, energetic, like he was hung like a pommel horse. I didn't need to stretch to spread my legs wide enough for his dick.

Average was being kind, not that I cared.

"This swimsuit doesn't fit well," I said, adjusting the drawstring to my bottoms. "I do anything big, and I'll likely lose it."

"Anything big? I bet you can't even backflip anymore."

"Fine..."

He wasn't going to shut up, decent as he could be, Kevin could fixate.

I adjusted the knot on each side of the rainbow colored bottoms. The bikini had a real eighties workout vibe, the kind of tapered v-shaped part that showed off the bottom of my butt a little classier than a thong. Another positive about gaining a little weight, my ass filled out. Not to the point where I could dance on a flashy car in a rap video, but enough that I didn't feel as self-conscious about my thicker arms.

I stood up and strode a few steps, taking one last drink.

"Hold my beer."

I barely looked at him.

Without really thinking, I rushed forward, making my first flip into a cartwheel, just to show that teenybopper how it's done. Long dormant reflexes took over, and my arms quickly pivoted to the best position in the sand. Again and again, I pushed back and up, my arms stretching up and out over my head until I completely forgot everything.

For a brief moment, I was back before college, before the pressure, back when gymnastics was all about fun. I could feel my body flying, the speed of each successive flip increasing until I was one fluid motion.

It felt good.

I kept going, two back-flips becoming four, each motion a blur until I noticed my bikini slipping. I couldn't stop, not even as I became certain that most of my crack was on display. My hands hit the water as one of the strings became completely untied, the fabric flapping in the wind, giving the entire beach a view of my barely covered bum.

A few more flips and I'd be in the ocean, and able to re-tie the stupid thing. But I lost focus and started to slip. It wasn't proper technique, but with my last bit of balance, I pushed myself forward, shooting backwards into the water, arms splayed out as though everything happened on purpose, barely clothed.

It felt good.

Stupid, probably dangerous, certainly vain, and fuck Kevin for goading me into this, but I had fun. And right there, ass in the sand, I resolved to practice again. Nothing huge, maybe I'd coach tumbling if I really felt passionate. I reached down to fix my bottoms and...

Felt nothing except the ocean around my ass and pussy.

I panicked, thrashing in the water for a few seconds, trying to feel my suit. The gulf was too murky to see, so I searched by touch, finding nothing but clumps of seaweed and sand. I was only submerged in a foot of water. I moved, trying to scurry back like a crab without exposing myself to a crowd that had refocused their attention.

I slipped.

I don't know how much they saw. Saltwater stung my eyes, and I started to stand for a second to regain my footing before remembering. I heard the hooting and a few comments, and turned beat red. My hands shot between my legs. I backed into the water, more than waist deep, but everyone watching already knew.

"A show and a peek!"

"Looks like clams are in season."

"Want us to help you find it?"

Fuck.

I shrank back, mortified. It was worse than wearing those tight, skin form fitting leotards. Everyone had seen my pussy, and probably my ass while I was making such a stupid spectacle of myself, all because of fucking Kevin.

That's right, my boyfriend didn't need to be completely useless.

"Kev! Bring me a towel."

The crowd of drunken frat boys booed.

And jackass that he is, Kevin went ankle in the water, waving a towel.

"It seems we have a situation..."

"Kev, give me the towel."

"Not so fast. A man doesn't find himself in a situation like this every day."

"Is this a fucking bit? Kevin! People are watching," I growled through gritted teeth.

"Let them watch. Tell you what, I'll trade you this towel for your top."

"Kevin!"

"Why not? They've already seen the bottom half."

And the asshole looked back at the growing crowd.

"What'd you say? Wanna see the rest?"

The crowd cheered.

"Are you doing crowd work? Fuck you!"

"C'mon, you wanted to show off."

Furious, I undid my top, draping one hand around my breasts. I tossed it to him. I reached for the towel, only for Kevin to pull it back. I tried again, tripped and lost grip, my left breast falling out of my hand to scattered applause.

I ducked back under the water.

Only I didn't come back up.

Something gripped around my ankles, pulling apart my legs before reaching up to hold me close. Saltwater stung my eyes, as rubbery, flipper-like hands grabbed my upper thighs, just below my bare butt.

Then whatever it was reached between my legs, rubbing delicate circles around my clit.

I screamed out air bubbles.

Then stopped.

It felt too good.

I reached down and felt a form, a body, slippery but tough, almost like scales or a diving suit. Short on air, I swam up, the person still attached, a finger now inside me.

I gasped, then choked down a scream as the creature stared into my eyes.

His face was pale, almost pink, a big bottle nose connected to a dark green dorsal fin resting on the crown of his head. The triangular top slicked back into a ponytail, like a porpoise, only closer to the neck. I looked into an almost human face, the fins making the head look hydrodynamic.

I looked into black eyes, almost hidden by his crest, and felt...

Calm.

Safe.

And more, like something soothing had entered my brain.

I bucked my hips toward him, desperate for more touch. I could feel his muscles, a lower portion that bulged with everything masculine. Another finger entered my pussy, then something more. It was like a penis, only with an extra part, a bulge like a round fin that tickled my canal with an inhuman touch I struggled to take.

I grunted, neck lolling back in anticipation as the fish-thing slid forward inside me in one long thrust.

"Oh... fuck..."

He stretched me open until I thought I couldn't take anymore. He was so thick, so long, bigger than Kevin or any man I'd ever known, but I didn't want him to stop. Pleasure coursed up my cunt and through every nerve until my legs shook, clutching around his body for dear life. I bounced my butt against his waist, trying to ride him underwater. My hands ran up his arms, feeling another fin extending from his elbow, pulling myself closer by his shoulders.

I rode him with the waves, taking his cock up and down until the spreading tingling seemed to shoot up each of my limbs. I couldn't stop, was barely conscious of my surroundings as the surf pushed us up closer to the sand. I threw myself into him, using every muscle to rock myself back and forth on that monstrous cock.

Together, he pushed me over the edge, my cunt quivering, clenching, and climaxing around that throbbing, inhuman fin as he thrust me forward. My eyes fluttered, and I lost grip, falling backwards and pulling the fishy beast with me. He rode me onto the beach, still thrusting, his black beady eyes meeting mine as we washed up on the beach, still entangled.

He lingered a moment...

Then he kissed me, his scaly, powerful hips still pushing his deepwater dick deep inside of me. I shook, my bare butt pressed against the sand, climaxing or cumming again, the throes of pleasure causing me to ignore everything around me. The surf washed over me. I sputtered out water, choked more by orgasmic bliss.

"Heather!"

"Oh God, more!"

"Help me! C'mon guys, don't just watch!"

I felt Kevin's hand on my shoulder, snapping me back to some semblance of reality.

"No, don't!"

"What? Baby, it's attacking your-"

"He's fucking me.

"Help me! Help me get it off!"

But the creature was getting me off again. My eyes rolled in pleasure. I no longer cared that everyone on the beach could see me naked, or ravished by this hung fish monster.

"Kevin, stop!"

I screamed, almost hating him.

"Kevin, he's fucking me so good. He's so big."

Kevin looked even more dumbfounded than usual.

"Is... is he bigger than me?"

Jesus Christ, men!

"Of course he is! Oh God, he's so thick. It's so good Kevin. You've never fucked me like this, you've never made me..."

The rest of it was lost in an orgasmic babble of noise.

"I'm cumming! Oh God, you've never fucked me like this..."

He slowed, the rhythmic pounding stopping as his face pressed against mine, right in front of my jackass boyfriend. I could feel the warmth spreading, filling up my pussy as he gave a few more frantic thrusts.

"Fuck, Kevin.. I think he's cumming! He's going to cum in me!"

His flipper-like hands cupped my breasts, then felt my waist, pushing back and out of my sore and throbbing vagina. I felt used, and still wanted more. It was all I could do to keep from swimming after him as the dorsal fin on his back disappeared back into the deep.

"You let him cum in you?"

"Well, you wanted me to show off."