0 comments/ 32764 views/ 1 favorites The Mermaid By: cenpame He was hard. I could feel his heat through the light red costume I'd bought for the party. Damn, never realized it was so thin. I had liked the way it clung to my figure. Didn't look too bad. A little rounder perhaps than fashion allowed but I liked the feminine curves. Looking in the mirror apparently he did too. How did he possibly get in? I must have forgotten to lock the door when I closed it behind me. The night seemed a bit of a blur. Must have drunk too much wine. An unfamiliar sensation was racing through my veins making my head light and dizzy. And what to do with this guy behind me? I couldn't even see his face. Not all of it anyway. Masks were a part of this whole deal. Just his lips and eyes nothing else. Oh I remember those eyes. Looking across the room I felt him engulf me with their incredible blue gray; the color of the sea and just as deep. His jaw was chiseled and mouth set. But as my cheeks reddened a certain wry lift to his lips indicated that he knew what I was feeling. It made me even more flustered than before. It was decades since a man looked at me like that. His hands brought me back to the present. They were slowly caressing my breasts through the thin silk of my dress. And my nipples went hard. He smiled. His hands were so hot. And it felt so incredibly good, deliciously naughty. A giggle escaped from my lips. I could still hear the party going on from the other side of the door. My head was swimming. What if someone else came in? God, his hips were swaying hard against my ass. His cock now exposed was just as hot as his hands. He lifted up my dress and slid it into my crack and it burned. I gasped. "I want you to perform for me baby." He bent down and began licking my ass now wet with his cum. "Christ, you're so fucking beautiful." He groaned and his tongue found my hole and flicked in and out so fast I could hardly breathe. I was shaking now. Waves of electric heat made my cunt throb. "My God, just fuck me!" I couldn't stand it. I was soaked with anticipation. And he just stopped. "Please fuck me!" I was sobbing now.. " I'll do anything, please." "Anything?" Baby said she'd do anything? Perform for me." What the hell did he mean? I couldn't even think. My mind was a blur. His touch still burned against my skin and those eyes were looking right through me. Somewhere inside of me I still had fantasies unshared. I picked one just to stop the torture. "Tie me up. Bind me." His face was expressionless. His jaw set. He began to laugh softly and I thought I died. I fell to my knees. The shoulders of my dress had fallen over my breasts and exposed their fullness. I began to sob uncontrollably. What was happening to me? "Please!" I heard myself say. He grabbed me tight around the wrist and yanked hard. My dress tore at the waist exposing my hairless crotch. And I could feel him grab my ass hard. Pulling me against him our eyes met and mouths collided. His tongue met mine and delicately explored the insides of my mouth. I was left breathless. We were both panting. With subtle knowing hands he quickly wrapped his tie around my wrist and led me to an enormous shower stall. It was glass enclosed with showerheads all around. Shoes off and stockings torn I could feel the heated stone of the floor. He tied my hands to the top showerhead and laughed. With my arms up the rest of me was exposed. I shivered. What the hell did I do? He stripped a feather from my mask and slowly began to caress my face and neck. I groaned. With a quick smack he spanked my ass. The shivers came in waves and again he stroked me with the feather. My back arched longingly making my breasts swell forward. This time he delicately moved the feather along my neck and moved down toward my nipples in slow soft circles. My puss was screaming. "Fuck me!" "Not yet baby." And he whacked my ass harder and laughed. This time the feather was searching my legs. I began to tremble. Cum dripped down the inside of my thighs. His hot tongue licked at my puss ever so slightly. Keeping it wet on his lips he smeared it over my face and buried his tongue into my mouth; this time pulling it in and out like a cock. I sucked hungrily. He grabbed my hair hard and yanked it back. Teeth bit at the hollows of my neck. I groaned. He bit down viciously and smacked my ass hard again. This time it stung. As his lips found my nipples I could feel the showers slowly being turned on. The water came in warm jets over my body. He forced my legs apart and gentle sprays hit my swollen cunt and moaned. And came again. He was just watching now. I squirmed to get away from the tantalizing spray and free my hands. I screamed and heard my voice reverberate within the walls but my body was gone in a fit of trembling passion. Sardonic laughter escaped from his throat. As if in a dream I could hear the door open again. Was he gone? No, someone else had entered the room. My God, suddenly I felt naked and trapped. My heart was racing. I could hear a voice different from his. There were subtler melodious qualities to the sound. Huskily feminine and decidedly French, I turned to see a beautiful boyishly shaped woman with a mask reminiscent of a silver fawn. "Hello Cherie. What have you here, a mermaid perhaps?" She purred to my tormentor. "Might I play? She is so delicious, no?" Frantically I tried to escape. But as she stepped into the shower her clothes were torn off in one swoop. Long silver hair cascaded down her hairless body. Her breasts and hips were like a young boys and barely developed. Her legs were long and strong. She came to me softly. Her lips were wet and soft as she lingered on my mouth and I felt my shivers calm. She cupped my tits delicately in her hands and licked until they were hard. It was luscious. And then she led them to my mouth and we both sucked. She leaned forward and I tasted her mouth again like mango wine. I could feel her move downward along my belly. Her tongue flicked in and out of my belly button. I waited in anticipation for that tongue to move lower. I was trembling and I moaned. Her voice met mine and sounded deeply back. She was ravenous. Her mouth met my puss and devoured it with tiny electric kisses. "Christ I'd never felt anything like this before!" Her tongue was inside me hard and stiff like a little cock. But she explored me like never before. It found my sweet spot and electricity just tore through me. Still tied to the shower I hung limp unable to remain standing. Slowly the waves stopped. The water slowed. And I was left dripping and exhausted. "The little mermaid can sing pretty, no? You should set her free my Cherie." And she chuckled. "You can't catch a pretty mermaid and keep her hanging." With that the door reopened. Was she leaving? I couldn't stand it. Oh my god! Another deeper voice disembodied and golden toned buzzed above me. I turned my head and saw an enormous brown man. Dressed in gold or rather painted golden along his arms and legs. His massive chest was still bronze black. The mask was of a lion. His hair splayed wild and brown and free. He smelled like spice. As I moved my dripping hair out of my face I looked down. His dick was huge. It was sheathed in a golden thong. I was wet and naked except for remnants of a red costume and my feather mask. As he devoured me with his eyes he grew larger and hard. From behind his lion mask I could hear a soft growl and I shivered. "Don't hurt me." But even I didn't believe it. I was hungry again and unafraid. I wanted this man. He came over to me and gently bit my neck and ears. Rushes of electric tingles tore through me. He untied the ropes that bound my hands and I fell forward onto my knees. My ass was high and I felt his knees press into my thighs. It began slowly. He was kind. From his shaking I could tell he wanted to thrust it inside of me and explode. But he waited until I was ready. He purred into my ear and licked the inside. My breath quickened. His body shone black against the whiteness of my skin and it turned me on even more. I begged for him to lick me. He grabbed my ass cheeks and teasingly nibbled at my tender pink flesh. He took his fingers and plied my ass opened. Licking them he stuck them in and out in a rhythm that prepared me for what was next. I could feel myself start to cum and he took my breasts with his other huge hand and squeezed hard and pulled me against him. I groaned letting him know I was ready. Out of the corner of my eye I saw what looked like a young stag. The mask was that of a silver deer. It had long blonde hair and a boyish figure. But strapped to its waist was an enormous silver shaft. A husky voice said, "I will ride too, no?" The strong long legs wrapped tightly around the lion's waist. The lion moved with the rhythm of the stag upon his back. As she plunged inside of him I felt him tremble. I heard her say, "Let us ride the pretty mermaid...let us ride upon her waves." I felt my hair being tugged backward and my back arched in anticipation. His cock was inside with the full force of both of them as they rode. Where we were going I had no idea but every fiber was wildly lit. My lips opened in an attempt to scream and I realized a man's cock was in front of my mouth. Cum dripped onto my tongue and I flicked until I could feel him shiver. I stuck his dick inside my mouth and felt him rock and sway beside me. He groaned. I was encased in a warm blanket. The flannel smelled familiar. Where had the carnival gone? The surreal landscape had lingered awhile then dimmed. Masks were gone. The dream faded. Flesh was real. My husband turned full against my mouth and rocked against my face like it was my cunt. Breath came and went and I drank of his cum like it was fine wine. While I sucked I found my clit and flicked it gently with my fingers. We came together. We were both soaked with sweat. Our lips met and he tasted his own juices from my tongue. He was hard again. This time he held me in his arms and we made love like animals scratching and hungry for each other. First I was on top. He grabbed my full tits hard as we swayed. Wanting to go deeper I wrenched away from his grip. I stayed on top and keeping his cock held inside, turned around. My fingers found the tender area underneath his balls and I licked my fingers and made little circles with their tips. I heard him gasp. As I moved up and down he lifted me off and grabbed my ass. He pushed me forward onto my knees and mounted me from behind. My hair hung tangled down my back and he grabbed it in his one hand and pulled my head back and held on. The other hand felt for my clit. "You are so wet." And he flicked his fingers until I came again. We pumped like he was in my cunt. "I love it when you fuck me up the ass!" It felt so good. I pushed back hard against his thrusts and matched his desire by squeezing my cheeks until he came. "Oh baby I want you so bad," he moaned. We climaxed with a shudder and clung together and trembled. After the last thrust he turned me toward him. Taking my face gently in his hands he looked at me with a wry smile and sighed, "That was wonderful!" I shot a glance into those beautiful blue gray eyes. They were as deep as the ocean. He was so incredibly handsome. His graying hair softened the hard lines of his jaw and I was moved by his sudden tenderness. I whispered into his ear and breathed, "You inspire me my love." We fell asleep exhausted entangled in each other's arms. The Mermaid This story was originally submitted and posted as The Photographer's Assistant. After the story was accepted, I realized that the file was incomplete (very much incomplete), so I am resubmitting the entire story under the title "The Mermaid." I apologize to those who wasted their time reading the incomplete version and hope you will take the time to read this completed draft. * "It was all Tia's idea." Django had written in his email. I reached into the side pocket of my briefcase, which was underneath the seat in front of me and pulled out the copy of the email. "Besides," Django had continued, "we need someone to help with our photography." I folded the paper and replaced it in my briefcase. I needed a cigarette, but the "No Smoking" light was on. So, I closed my eyes and leaned back in the big leather seat. I was not accustomed to flying first class, but the University of Munich was paying the bill, in addition to a generous stipend, so that I would teach a workshop entitled, "Character, Plot, Setting" as part of a global writing conference that they were hosting. Two years ago I had written a book that garnered critical praise, but little commercial success, as a result I had earned a reputation as a technical writer, who had little customer appeal. Perks came infrequently to such a writer. So, I intended to enjoy the experience. I had never imagined the comfort of first class and I wanted to sleep, but my mind kept wandering back to Tia. We had only met a month earlier. I was in New York to meet with my editor at Halton. Jonas, a long-time friend of my father, who owned a successful gallery on the west side, suggested I drop by the after my meeting so that we could go to dinner. Jonas had a meeting in the afternoon with an artist and his wife from Germany, but he was free afterwards. My meeting was over sooner than I thought, and I arrived at Jonas's gallery just after 4:00 p.m. Chloe, Jonas's ice princess of an assistant was busy on the phone when I walked in and waved me without so much as looking up toward the back of the gallery in the direction of Jonas's office. Jonas's door was shut. So I occupied my time by looking at the paintings and photos on the wall. Now I must admit. I'm not much into what passes for "art" these days. Colorful splatterings of paint on a canvas that looked like the work of a four year old, or simple abstract shapes tilted in "interesting" ways with a four or five figure price tag attached was not my idea of art. Give me dogs playing poker or Elvis on black satin any day of the week. I pretty much exhausted my capacity for cultural edification after ten minutes. Jonas's door was still closed and I could still hear Chloe's self important, high pitched, nasally voice echoing back from the front of the gallery. I noticed a leather portfolio leaning up against a wall. The zippered opening had been left open and inside was a collection of photos. I pulled the first one out and was stunned. The picture was that of a naked woman shrouded by green and blue tinted scarves. Her head was turned so that her long dark hair fell across her shoulders. The effect of the scarves was tormenting as you could almost, but not quite, makes out the shape of the woman. I felt a familiar sensation begin to stir in my groin as I returned the picture and pulled out the next one. Again, the hair, which I could see was just slightly damp hung seductively across the model's chest; seductively revealing the curve of her breasts. The picture seemed to have been taken through multiple layers of the same scarves. It had a dream-like quality as if you were seeing the model through the shallow depths of an ocean tide pool. The model was neither big, or what the one art professor I had in college would call rubenesque, nor was she brittle or waiflike, as so many models seemed to be nowadays. She was a real woman. Like the close encounter you have on the subway. The woman sitting across from you who you always want to say something to, but just when you get up the nerve the train pulls into a station and in a crush of people she is gone; so quickly you wonder if she was ever there at all. And then you lie awake at nights wondering if you'll ever have that moment again, and deep down you know that you won't. I heard voices coming from the other side of the door. Jonas's meeting was wrapping up. I quickly replaced the second photograph and shoved my hands in the pockets of my pants and turned away as if intrigued by a particular picture on the wall. I was painfully aware of my erection that was straining against the fabric of my pants. With my hands in my pockets, I tried to position my stiffened penis in a way that maked my hard-on less obvious, but I knew that it was of little use. Jonas came through the door first, continuing his side of the conversation and was followed by a younger couple. The man was handsome with sharp features and a sparse goatee. Then I froze. The woman was the woman from the photographs. Even though I have never seen her face, I was sure of it. She was medium height with long dark hair and her face was just as I pictured it would be. She was as beautiful as a fantasy. "Tim," Jonas said surprised to see me standing there. "You're early." Jonas was a big man and his voice loudly shattered the solitude of the previous moment. The couple smiled politely, while Jonas turned to lock his office door. It was an old building, and Jonas fumbled with the lock. "My meeting got over early," I offered awkwardly. I could feel my face redden with the shame of my arousal. Jonas finally secured the lock and stood up. He regarded me warmly for a moment. Then, for the briefest moment, his eyes dropped down and there was the momentary understanding of my discomfort. "Well, he said with a wry smile. "I see you've already become familiar with Django's work and most notably his wife, Tia. Django offered me his hand. His grip was strong and confident. Tia nodded her head; a slight smile creased the corners of her mouth. My humiliation was complete, I think to myself. "Hello," she said. And I will never forget that first sound of her voice. Her accent was clipped and unmistakably German, but her voice was crisp and clear like a perfectly plucked note on a violin. "Hi," I said weakly and I immediately hated myself for sounding so pathetic. But really how much better could I sound with the Empire State Building of erections jutting out from the front of my pants. "I'm Tim Baxter. I'm an old friend of Jonas's." "Yes, Yes, Yes." Jonas said impatiently and he waved his hand as if to dismiss with the necessities of congenialities. "What I want to know is what do you think of these." Jonas pulled a few of the pictures out of the portfolio, the first that I had already seen and two others, which were new to me. "Well," I began tentatively, not really knowing what was expected off me. Django leaned in closer to hear my comments while Tia stood apart from the group. "I think this one," I nodded to the first picture that I had seen, "really draws your eye, you know? It seems to tell the promise of a story..." "Oh, you writers." Jonas said dismissively. "You see a story in everything. Always about the story." Jonas leaned the three pictures at an angle against the wall, before pulling out two additional photos from the portfolio. Once the photographs were arranged to his liking, he squatted down in front of them to get a bird's eye view. "Now do you see the shadows in this one," he said over his shoulder to no one in particular, " the way they draw these imaginary lines – they are exquisite." Django hovered above and slightly behind Jonas's left shoulder and provided the narrative of his photographic technique. The two men began talking another language that consisted of angles, shadings, and F-stops. I stepped back and gave Tia a shrug. "It is all Greek to me," I said. "I'm sorry?" she said cocking her head slightly. "They are speaking Greek?" "No, No." I say quickly shaking my head. "It's just an expression. It means..." I started to explain, but Tia stepped toward me and put her hand on my arm. "I am just, 'joking' you?" Tia said with a smile. "When Django begins speaking of his art, I usually try to busy myself to with other things." Tia smiled lovingly at Django, who was know speaking very animatedly. The passion he had about his art was unmistakable as his voice rose in volume and he made a point about the lighting of one of the photographs. With Tia's attention on her husband, I took the opportunity to study her face. The pictures, although highly sensual and obviously well done, failed to even come close to capturing the real beauty of this woman. Tia had a strong, tight jaw line, and deep red lips that seemed to have been drawn on her face by the hand of an artist. "So," she said, turning her attention back to me before I had a chance to look away. "You like the photographs?" "Uhm, ah," I stammered and felt my face begin to glow. "Yes." I said, finally regaining my composure. "They are very beautiful." A flirtatious smile seemed to momentarily pass across the surface of Tia's mouth, but then it was gone. "You are a writer?" She asked. "Yes," I answer. "Maybe some day you will write about the mermaid?" Her eyes twinkled and I almost got the feeling that she was enjoying my torment. "I'm hungry," Jonas said suddenly. He stood up with Django's help. He had the knees of an old man. "There is a perfect Italian restaurant just around the corner. The maitre'd is a friend of mine. If I call him now, we can get a corner table with a window. We should celebrate new friendships as well as new business." Jonas was right, the restaurant was perfect and the conversation was even better. I felt a natural connection to Django and Tia. And it seemed that they felt same. Django was both passionate and perceptive about life, and Tia could captivate the entire room with her beauty and smile. She sat across the table from me and would roll her eyes with mock constraint when Django would go on one of his rants about world affairs. At the same time, she was very affectionate toward Django and he with her. They were quite obviously a couple in love. After awhile, we found ourselves in a deserted dining room. Five bottles of expensive merlot stood guard at the end of our table. Around us, the other tables had been cleared and the chairs were flipped over, their seats resting on the tabletops so that the floor could be mopped as soon as we left. The staff hung in back and threw glances our way, hoping we would leave so that they could finish their duties and go home themselves. "I think we've worn out our welcome," I said interrupting Jonas in the middle of a story about the mayor and his mistress. Despite his age, Jonas could outlast all of us. "Yes, we must go." Django stood up. "We have a wonderful time, but our plane leaves in the morning early and this one," he said with a smile towards Tia, "does not wake up easily." I felt a sudden inexplicable loss. This relationship, which had just started on such a promising note, was now ending. That is until Django, pulled me aside as Jonas was paying the bill. "Tim, we have both had such a wonderful time with you this night, that we would like to stay in touch if that is agreeable to you?" I was flattered and of course agreed. We exchanged information and shortly afterwards began an almost weekly correspondence via email. Two weeks later, I was offered the opportunity by the University of Munich to participate in their annual writer's conference. I emailed Django immediately and suggested that we try to get together. They replied that they would love to have me come and stay at their house for a few days when my conference was over. "We are working on a new series of photographs and would love to have your involvement," Django had written. My heart skipped a beat as I pictured the Mermaid series and I wondered if they new pictures would have anything in common with those. A graduate student met me at the airport with my name on a cardboard sign. Sven explained in precise and flawless English, that he would be my guide during the trip. He would drive me where I needed to go and would also act as my interpreter while in the classroom. Sven had a narrow face that seemed to be fixed in constant scowl. It was obvious that his role as my guide was a serious imposition. I wondered who he had pissed off to draw this duty. Despite Sven's overall disposition the week passed pleasantly enough. My days were basically my own as long as I met Sven promptly at one o'clock in the afternoon for the short drive to the university. The class was lively and full of graduate level students who were eager to write. Fortunately, everyone could speak English very well and Sven's services as an interpreter were not needed. By Thursday, I had yet to hear from either Tia or Django and began to think that the offer of staying at their house for the weekend had been rescinded. The plan had been for Tia to pick me up at the University on Friday, the last day of the conference. I didn't have their telephone number and my email had been strangely silent. On Friday, I packed my bags and checked out of the hotel. Tia was either going to show up as planned or I would catch a cab to the airport. I had called the airlines. There was a flight for London at five which would leave me with plenty of time to catch a connecting flight to New York. I found my mind constantly wandering during the course of my class and my eyes kept looking out the window hoping to see Tia waiting for me. By the time the class ended without any sight of her, I'd reconciled myself to a long, lonely flight back across the Atlantic. After the last of my students had cleared out of the classroom, I gathered my things and sought out Helmut Grunfeldt, the director of the conference, to thank him for inviting me. We met just outside the large lecture hall that was used as the central gathering place for the conference. He was just preparing to go in and give the final remarks to the participants, when we looked past my shoulder and offered a low appreciative whistle. "That, my friend, is the muse of a thousand stories," he said with a slight nod of his head. I looked in the direction he had just indicated and my heart nearly stopped. Quickly approaching us, in a long white overcoat and black high heels, was the most beautiful woman either of us had ever seen. From the long dark hair, I realized immediately that it was the mermaid – Tia. Recognizing me, Tia offered each of us a dazzling smile as she sidled up to me, hooking her arm in mine. Helmut's look of envy was unmistakable as I introduced the two of them. Through the fabric of Tia's coat, I could feel the swell of her breasts as she pressed against me. "I'd given up on you," I said with a relieved smile after I said goodbye to Helmut. "I know. I'm sorry I'm late," Tia apologized while we waited for a cab. "That's alright," I said. "I would understand if the two of you had reconsidered having a house guest." "Don't worry about that." Tia slapped my arm playfully. "Django and I have plenty of plans for you this weekend. "By Sunday night, you won't even remember I was a teensy bit late." Tia said with a wink. "I promise." With that, Tia bent over and picked up my shoulder bag by the strap. When she did so, her coat fell slightly open leaving me with a quick view of her breasts. She wasn't wearing anything under the coat. My heart began pounding a little quicker. Tia's tits were like two remarkably pert mangos with barrel shaped nipples that readily leapt to attention. Helmut was right. Tia was the muse that men had spent centuries trying to capture into words. We had to take a forty-five minute train to a neighboring town. During the trip, Tia sat across from me. To my disappointment, another opportunity to test my theory of her being naked underneath that overcoat, never presented itself, but on a few occasions, as we talked. she would uncross and cross her legs briefly exposing the inside of her thighs. Her skin was milky white; almost like fine porcelain. I silently cursed Django for being lucky enough to lie between those thighs. When the train reached the depot, Tia waved down a cab for the short ride to their house, while I gathered up my bags. By the time we finally reached their house, I was exhausted. Django came out to greet us. "I am glad to see you," he said with a laugh. "Tia has been climbing the walls all week waiting for your visit. "That's great," I said. "I can't tell you how much I've been looking forward to this weekend. Django grabbed the suitcase and shoulder bag, leaving me with the briefcase and we followed Tia inside. Just as Tia reached the door, she let her coat drop to the ground revealing that my theory had been wrong. She wasn't completely naked underneath the overcoat. In fact, she was wearing a tantalizingly black thong that accented pure whiteness of her skin. Her perfect heart shaped ass was visible just for a moment before she disappeared inside the house, but it was enough to leave me weak at the knees. "See? What did I tell you?" Django said clapping me on the shoulder. Inside, the house smelled wonderful. "I have been making spaghetti," Django said explaining the delicious smell. "In honor of our first meal together," he explained. We put my luggage in a small room off the dining room on which the table had already been set and when we returned, Tia now joined us wearing a short silky oriental dressing gown that was covered in butterflies and tied at the waist with a matching sash. The material hugged Tia's body appreciatively. It was either very cold inside the house or Tia was as aroused as I was because her nipples jutted out prominently against the thin, almost transparent silk. The meal was excellent and the conversation was easy and well lubricated by wine. Much of our conversation fell to Django's new idea for a photographic series. "This will be an homage to the great American bimbo!" Django explained excitedly. "In honor of our guest and new photographer's assistant eh?" He smiled at Tia, who rolled her eyes playfully at Django's enthusiasm. "What if I don't want to be an 'American bimbo'?" Tia pursed her lips out in a mock pout. "Of course you want to be a bimbo. Secretly all women want that. Isn't that correct?" Django asked, soliciting my help by pointing a bread stick in my direction. "Well," I began, trying to be diplomatic, "maybe Tia would be better suited being a German bimbo." "Ach," Django groaned, flipping what was left of his breadstick in the air in resignation. "I give up." He said laying his head down on the table across his folded arms. We all laughed, and Tia lovingly ruffled his hair. After dinner had been cleared from the table, Django handed Tia a bag of clothes, "Your costume," he told her. Tia peered inside the bag. "Not much of a costume," she said. "Never mind. Just go." Django said with a wave of his hand. "Yes Sire," Tia smiled mischievously, before turning on her heel and heading down the hallway. Django then began instructing me on how to set up the camera and align the studio lighting that he had borrowed from a friend. My job for this photo shoot was to angle the light according to his instruction. "The lighting is most important," Django said earnestly. "Photography is all about manipulation of light." Within a few minutes, Tia returned, but she was still wearing her dressing gown. "What is the matter now?" Django sighed as if working with a temperamental movie star. Tia put her hands on her hips. She looked irresistibly seductive in that pose. Remember my rule, darling?" She asked while her eyebrows arched expectantly. "Oh, schweisse." Django muttered and he began slipping off his shoes. "She has a rule, that however naked she gets, I must get equally naked." The Mermaid "Ok," I shrugged. "Don't mind me, I'll just be standing over behind the lights." "Uh, uh." Tia said shaking her finger at me. "You too, or else the robe comes back on." As if to entice us, Tia untied the sash and allowed the silk garment to slip down her shoulders. Underneath she was wearing white tank top with a large silkscreen print of the Playboy bunny on the front. With a seductive twirl she also proudly displayed a matching white Playboy thong with a smaller image of the bunny on the front panel. By the time she had finished her single pirouette we were both disrobing as frantically. "Slow down," Tia said with a laugh. "Maybe I want to enjoy this striptease?" But she was too late as both Django and I now stood awkwardly wearing nothing but boxers and shit eating grins. "I think I'm going to need more wine," Tia said as she turned her back to me and bent over to pick up the bottle of wine Django had set on the floor. For a moment, I couldn't take my eyes off that perfect ass, but then guilt made me pull my eyes away. Tia took the bottle and refilled Django's class, and then pulled close to him and whispered in his ear. "Yes." Django nodded his head in agreement with whatever Tia had said. "Sit down, my friend." Django motioned to a chair next to a leather couch. "We must talk about what might happen this weekend." I sat in the chair while Tia and Django sat next to each other on the couch. Tia had pulled the dressing gown back over her shoulders, but left the sash untied allowing the curve of her full breasts exposed. Django refilled my wine glass and then sat back on the couch. His hand rested comfortably on Tia's thigh. He took a sip of his wine as he contemplated what he was going to say next. "Since you emailed that you were coming to Germany. Tia and I have discussed in-depth, what may or may not happen this weekend." "Look. I don't want there to be ..." I started to say before Django cut me off by holding up his hand. "Even though we have only just met, we both feel very comfortable with you." Django said. "And so we have come to the decision that this weekend will be a special moment in time. Not one to be repeated, at least not any time soon," Django paused and smiled at Tia, who giggled nervously in response. "And as this will be a special moment, we, meaning you and I, Tim, will do only as Tia wishes. We will be her servants this weekend and when it is over you will fly back to America and we will speak no further of what has happened here this weekend." I leaned forward, resting my arms on my knees, and let what Django had just said sink in. "This is what you both want?" I asked. "Yes," Django answered while Tia nodded her head in a nervous gesture. "Ok then," I shrugged. "What goes on in Germany stays in Germany." I held up my glass to the others. "A toast," I said. "Here's to a special moment in time." Our three glass clinked together simultaneously sending a single echoing ring into the otherwise quiet room. The wine had started to take hold of me and the rest of the evening began to float on a cloud of alcohol. We spent a full two hours taking photos of Tia for Django's purposed new series. Django would pose Tia in different positions and instruct me on how to move the lights to capture the perfect effect that Django was looking for. As the photo shoot progressed and Tia took off more and more clothing, Django and I also had to comply by undressing in a similar fashion. At first, I was embarrassed by my own arousal, but when Tia just gave me an approving smile, I began to forget all about being self-conscious. At times, as I moved around our little photo set shoot, my cock would brush up against Tia making it spasm in response to her touch. "Hmmm," I heard her murmur once as I brushed past her buttocks. "Why don't you do that again?" After two hours, my balls ached with the tension of the evening and I longed for some relief. "Schwiesse," Tia finally said. "I can't take any more of this. My pussy is too wet to continue." Tia strode purposefully across the floor to where Django knelt on one knee and examined the readings of the camera. Without breaking stride, Tia placed her foot on Django's shoulder, forcing him to straighten up, and then with her left hand she pulled his face into her pussy. With the exception of a thin line of hair trailing up from her pussy, Tia was cleanly shaven. Django immediately went to work on her pussy with his tongue, while Tia massaged her tits with her right hand. I stood awkwardly mesmerized for a moment. Watching the two of them, I had the strange sensation that I was not even in the room. I felt like the last kid picked on the playground for dodge ball. Then I had an idea. Django still held the camera in his hand, so I took it from him, and framed the loving couple through the square viewfinder. The snap of the flash surprised Tia. Her head turned quickly in my direction, but I think the thought of being photographed while getting tongue fucked turned her on as she began grinding her pelvis more urgently into Django's face. I zoomed in on her pussy and snapped another shot of Django's tongue as it licked her pronounced clit. Then I moved around to the other side of Django and knelt down so that I could get a better angle of her nipples as she tugged and pulled on them. After a few more minutes, while I continued to circle around the couple taking pictures, Django stood up and placed his hands on Tia's shoulder's directing her to squat in front of him. Tia obeyed and immediately took the tip of Django's rigid member in her mouth. Again, I zoomed the camera in for a close up of Tia's mouth as she playfully explored the head of Django's manhood with her tongue. At first her tongue ran along the bottom ridge of his swollen phallus. With each flick of Tia's tongue Django's cock spasmed in response. Strangely, I felt my own cock quiver as well, as if I were experiencing Tia's expertise through the viewfinder of the camera. Tia motioned for me to come near as she reached out for my cock with her free hand, but I maintained a safe distance, content to act as the faithful recorder of this incredible erotic event. After teasing, Django until his dick was as rock solid as bar of iron, Tia's hands suddenly circled around Django's back and with a firm grip on his buttocks, pulled Django deep inside her mouth. Django let out a soft moan as Tia effortlessly swallowed all seven inches of his manhood. She held him fast in this position for a moment. Through the camera lens I caught Tia's eyes glance sideways in my direction. I knew that my own cock was dripping with the wetness of precum, and even with Django's cock stuffed deep inside her mouth I sensed the tiniest hint of a smile tug the corner of her mouth. Even though I was keeping away from physical contact, she knew by the condition of my cock that she was able to fuck both Django and I simultaneously. Him physically, and me mentally. Next, Tia changed her grip. With her left hand she formed a tight circle between her thumb and forefinger around the base of Django's cock and balls. Then she began sliding his cock in and out of her mouth in a rapid-fire motion. She was literally fucking her own face with Django's cock. Django's eyes were closed and his moaning intensified. Just when I thought he was about to explode all over Tia's beautiful face she stopped and tightened her grip even further on the base of his erection. Django's body shuddered violently once or twice, but nothing came out and his dick remained stiff and ready for more action. More action was exactly what Tia received. After slowly letting go of Django's thick slab of meat, Tia leaned over the back of the couch and spread her legs giving both Django with his cock, and me with the camera, one of the most enticing targets I've ever seen. Django wasted no time in plunging his cock deep inside her tight pussy. A loud sigh of pleasure escaped Tia's lips as Django buried himself balls deep in her soaked cunt. Soon Django took a hold of her hips and was pounding away at her pussy with violent ass pounding strokes. The sounding of his abdomen slapping against her reddening ass filled the room. At this point, I paused in taking pictures and just stood and watched as both Django and Tia cried out in German words and phrases I didn't understand. But I didn't have to understand to know that they were each getting the fuck of their lives. Their screams of passion continued to rise to the point that I was afraid the neighbors would call the police. Without warning, Django's suddenly pulled his cock out of Tia's pussy. I quickly focused the camera just as stream of white cum emerged from the tip of his cock splattering across the cheeks of her ass. One spurt after another landed on those perfect round orbs, as Django coated Tia's backside with his cum. That may have been the best picture that I took all night. While Tia went down the hall to clean up. Django and I connected the camera to his computer and downloaded the pictures. Many of mine were out of focus or too dark, but the two pictures that came through perfectly were the images of the tiny smile nipping the corner's of Tia's mouth as she sucked on Django's dick, and the final picture of Django decorating her round candy apple ass, with his seed. We stayed up another hour, Tia and I drinking more wine while Django worked on the pictures on his computer. Eventually we all agreed it was time to go to bed. As exhausted as I was, I knew that sleep would not come to me. My balls ached and my dick remained in semi-hard state. After about twenty minutes or so, I gave up. My bedroom was across the hall from Django and Tia. I opened my door quietly. There was no light coming from underneath their door, so I was pretty sure that they had fallen asleep. I crept out of my bedroom and padded softly down the hall. On the dining room table were the pictures that we had printed. I looked through them all, and within no time at all, my dick was as rock hard as it had been earlier in the evening. I found the picture I was looking for, it was the mermaid picture that I had first seen in Jonas's gallery. I took my cock in my hand and began stroking it. As my hand continued to slide up and down on my shaft, I turned the mermaid picture over to view the next one. This was a photo that I had taken from the evening. It was one of the first one's I had taken after Tia began giving Django a blow job. In the picture, she had only taken the head of his dick in her mouth, but by the indentation of her cheeks you could tell she was giving him one professional suck job. What I had never noticed before where that Tia's eyes were open and staring intently at the camera. My breathing became labored, and my stroking turned into a beating as my hand flew back and forth along the shaft of my dick. Suddenly, I felt the warmth flow through my body as my back arched and a perfect stream of white cum splattered across Tia's beautiful face and tits. I felt weak at the knees as I continued working my cock with my hand until ever last drop of cum was deposited onto Tia's picture. I heard a creak of floor board and turned down the hall. There, half hidden in the shadows, the moonlight only illuminating her from the neck down, highlighting her grapefruit size breasts stood Tia. I felt wave of humiliation surge through me as I stood frozen. Tia didn't move for a moment, and then she was gone. The Mermaid I approached the side of the tank with trepidation. Here she was, a real live mermaid, nothing short of a scientific impossibility, swimming wistfully in her confined aquarium. She had been captured in some fisherman's net and rushed to our oceanographic institute. I stared at her in the tank, below the waist she had a six-foot long greenish fish tail, but above the waist, my God, she was a wet-dream come to life. Her breasts were the size of melons, firm and ripe as they hypnotically bounced slowly with her swimming. Her face was gorgeous, with a mane of red, curly hair, intense green eyes, and lips, well that was the thing, wasn't it? Her lips completely covered the lower part of her face from her chin to her nose, two fat and succulent sausages that formed together in a permanent "O" shape. We speculated that with remora lips like those, she must feed by sucking at her prey, most likely sea cucumbers and urchins. That's what we had been feeding her every day, and right now, it was feeding time. No one was in the lab at this time of night but me, and I walked slowly up the ladder to the side of the tank with a long sea cucumber in my hand. I placed the tip of the cucumber in the water and she slowly approached my side of the tank. Her eyes looked intently at the cucumber, and her long, flat tongue extended to the tip and ran up and over it. She slavishly ran her tongue along the length of it and I felt a shiver down my spine when her tongue lightly grazed over the tips of my fingers holding the cucumber. Her tongue was surprisingly warm and yet textured almost like a cat's tongue. After a minute or two of this tongue bath, the purpose of which we could not surmise, her monstrous lips descended and engulfed the lower half of the cucumber. I immediately felt the strength of her suction as I had to grip tightly on the other end or else the cucumber would fly right out of my hand. She then begin moving her head up and down the length of the cucumber, so slowly, so deliberately. I couldn't help but imagine what would that feel like? Should I even dare? No one was in the lab but me... who would know? Even though watching this incredible creature suck on this cucumber was intensely erotic, I came to my senses; no, I'm a scientist, I thought. But then her eyes looked up at me, intense green eyes filled with hunger and I felt my knees buckle at the sight of her looking straight into my eyes as she sucked and sucked and sucked. My cock began to harden and throb at this sight and they made an obvious bulge in my shorts. She looked at it! She was noticing my erection! Her eyes went back to glaring directly into my own and she sucked the cucumber with increased speed and power. Suddenly the cucumber made a wet series of thumps as all of its seeds and contents blew into her mouth and down her throat. The now hollow tube concaved at the vacuum produced by her mouth and started sliding deep within her. My trembling hand let go of the cucumber and I could almost feel my heartbeat thumping in my cock as I saw her staring back at me, not willing to leave the side of the aquarium after her feeding. Perhaps if I was in my right state of mind, I would have thought before I acted, but I immediately pulled down my shorts and somewhat fearfully extended my erect member to the water's edge as if it was another cucumber for her to feed from. She looked at it quizzically, and looked up at me with an almost questioning glint in her eyes. She extended her tongue and I immediately felt that warm, thick muscle travel under my glans and shaft. I let out a stuttering gasp as I griped the sides of the ladder for support, shivering in anticipation. Her tongue was like a warm sponge covered in gooey honey, it slide up and down my shaft producing a friction that made my heart start beating in my chest and in my shaft. Each stroke of her tongue made my cock jump and quiver and harden to an iron-like stiffness. "Unghhhh..." I could only moan out at the sensations of having my cock being nurtured by this alien tongue. She looked up at me once more and now her eyes showed the same intensity she had when she was about to feed. Before I could think or react, the watertight seal of her incredible lips contracted around half of my cock. "Oh, Goddddd," I stuttered out. Her mouth felt like being immersed in a tight tube of heated honey. There were no teeth and no palates, just ribbed-flesh and muscle constricting around my cock, causing my head to tilt back and my eyes to go back up into my head for a moment. "Oh....Jesus....Oh, Jesus", I could hear myself groan out like some man being tortured slowly under some strange instrument of pain and pleasure. And then, she moved her head all the way to the base of my groin, and she sucked. "Ughhh...." Her tongue started lapping at the base of my cock to the tip while I was fastened tight in her mouth, the strength of that muscle felt like it was drawing all the blood in my cock to my glans, making it mushroom to twice normal size. "Ohhhhh.....Ohhhhhh" I started to shake as I gripped the edge of the ladder with a white-knuckle intensity. She then began to move. Back and forth, back and forth, sucking and sucking, my cock falling in and out of a honeyed tunnel that would never let me go, a tunnel that was built for one thing, sucking and feeding. At this point, I could no longer think clearly, I no longer knew who I was, all my existence had been narrowed down to the sensations milking up and down my cock. Like an animal, I reflexively swayed my hips back and forth in time with her slow and inexorable mouth sliding up and down my helpless shaft. How long this lasted I couldn't say. Minutes? An hour? But eventually, awareness slowly came back to me. Would this kill me? Would my cock be ripped off and eaten?? But the feeling was so good, beyond any drug or sensation ever felt by a man before. She sucked and pulled and tugged and milked and I began to weep, weep like a helpless baby. "Oh, oh, mommy......mommy" I was reduced to a childlike state of vulnerability. But the mermaid didn't seem to register or care that she was sucking from a human being now instead of a cucumber. It was irrelevant. All that mattered was being fed. She sucked on this appendage the same way she sucked on thousands of other meals, with a long-practiced intensity and unfailing desire for sustenance. Nothing could resist her sucking indefinitely. She knew that applying enough suction and friction and movement would always yield the same result: the cucumber's seeds would blow violently into her mouth, and she would swallow, and suction, and swallow more. A sense of fear had suddenly washed over me, I could tell that my orgasm was near. How I lasted this long under this amount of sensation I have no idea, but it must be due to her process somehow, she builds and builds the pressure until she can extract the entire viscous load from her prey. My hands went down to her head and frantically tried to push her away but her strength was inhumanly great. She threw her arms around my ass and thrust my cock down her tight, heated throat. "Oh, God! Oh, God! Please, no! Oh, GOD!!!! AHHHHHHH!!! AHHHHH!!!" My cum shot down her throat like white ropes blown from a cannon. The pleasure burned up and down my cock and spine and forced my body into an epileptic seizure as I thrust my pelvis, animal-like, into her constantly sucking hole. I no longer could see as my eyes were rolled completely back into my head, all I could do was feel my very life force being sucked into her. My balls concaved inward as they were siphoned of all of their seminal fluid. My body was no longer human anymore, but merely a pump of fluids shooting through my cock and into her voracious mouth. The last thing I could feel before I slipped away into total blackness was her sucking and sucking and sucking and sucking. The Mermaid Far out by the ocean blue sweet song of siren echoes true with every wave that breaks anew there drifts a soul, lost for you ----------------------------------- Stephen picked his way along the shell-strewn beach, his dog Fred pouncing beside him. The smell of sea salt in the air and the warm sea breeze comforted him. This coastline, with its deep bronzed stretch of sand and the day-long whisper of eddying waves had always been his one joy and solace. Stephen heaved a sigh and turned to look at the castle behind him. It was tall, spired and beautifully set with ivory and gold, its pearl-lined windows glistening in the noonday sun. But gleaming as it was it was merely a prettily-cast prison. Stephen sat upon a sand dune and sighed. Fred peered up at him from under his thick fringe and rubbed his nose against his knee. Stephen smiled and ruffled his sheepdog's hair. "Well, Fred, this is it. A week. That's what old Grimsby has given me." Fred looked up at him adoringly. Stephen sighed again. "A week! A week to find a maiden to wed." A large wave broke upon a boulder, sending sea spray in his face. "I don't know, Fred. I'm only twenty one. Maybe I don't want to marry. Maybe I don't even want to be a prince anymore." Stephen looked down at Fred, who opened his mouth and lolled his tongue out. A particularly large wave rolled into shore just round the corner, sending bits of crystalline seaweed and glistening bits of shell upon the beach. Fred looked up and sniffed. With a loud bark he bounded off. "Fred! Come back!" Stephen got to his feet and chased after his pet. "Fred, what're you.." Stephen was startled to see a pair of petite feet in the sand. The rest of the body was obscured by Fred as he sniffed at it. "Heavens," Stephen pushed Fred aside and pulled away the long ribbons of seaweed that draped the fragile figure. "It's..it's a woman." Shocked, Stephen beheld the pale figure lying on the sand. She was young, perhaps just under twenty, and her chest still rose with even breaths, which meant she was alive. But, oh, she was unclothed. Stephen removed the last of the seaweed from her body and turned slightly red at the sight of her soft, uncovered skin. Her body was lush with curves, and her thighs were spread slightly to reveal a soft mound. Wavelets tugged at her hair, tinting its deep auburn hue brilliant red in the sun. "We've got to get her to land," Stephen murmured, pulling off his shirt and draping the girl with it. With a light heave he had her in his arms. The sun shone in his eyes as he looked down at the strange girl. Long lashes feathered her closed eyes. She looked...oddly familiar. Fred barked. "Alright, let's go. Come on, boy." With the emerald waves beating upon the shore at his back, Stephen carried the maiden to the castle. ------------------------------------- "It was your 19th birthday. The entire kingdom was there. The entire kingdom but you!" The king of Polaris thundered on his throne. Madeleine frowned. "I said I'm sorry, Daddy. I forgot about it! From what I heard it went well, anyway." "Went well! It was a disaster! Where were you!" King Neptune bellowed. His trident gleamed a dangerous golden hue. "I..." Madeleine thought quickly. "I was gathering shells for Mary's wedding decorations." Neptune looked at her, unconvinced. "Mary's not getting married for another hundred moons! I wasn't hatched yesterday! You were at the surface again, weren't you!" Madeleine cringed. Her father's eyes widened with rage. "You are not to go near the surface again! Do you hear me!" "What's wrong with the surface?" Madeleine cried. "It's dangerous. I'm trying to protect you, don't you see?" "No, no I don't see! What harm could there possibly be in a world that makes such wondrous things?" With a swallowed sob, Madeleine swam away. Neptune lowered his trident and sighed. ----------------------------- "Madeleine, my dear, just lay low for a few moons and it will be fine," Mallory begged. Madeleine folded her arms. "Yes, father never means to lose his temper," Meredith added. She took a comb made from mother-of-pearl and began combing Madeleine's long red hair with it. "He's so unreasonable," Madeleine muttered. Yes, but he's only looking out for you, you know," Mary offered from where she was cleaning her scales in the corner. "Anyway I don't see what's so wonderful about the surface. We have everything here." "Indeed," Melanie added. "You can get sunburn up there, and you know how sensitive our skin can be. Besides, you could bump into a human." A collective shudder went around the underwater cavern. Madeleine looked up. "What's wrong with humans?" The sisters looked at each other. "Madeleine, don't tell me you've met one of them?" Mary said slowly. Madeleine flushed. "Well, not really, he was, well he didn't see me, he was caught in a storm and I helped him to shore-" "Madeleine!" All the other mermaids stared at her in mortification. Mary looked to check that nobody was outside. "We will keep this a secret but you must never go back to the surface again and you must never, never contact another human again, do you understand!" She hissed. Madeleine stared back at her sisters. They formed a semi-circle around her. Wordlessly, she swam out of the cavern. --------------------------- In the solitude of her secret hideout, Madeleine pondered the events of the day. "I must see him again," she murmured to herself. "But how?" Out of the shadows in the corner, two manta rays emerged. "Ssssiobhan," they said. "The sea-witch?" "Ssssiobhan can help you," they repeated. Madeleine frowned. "But..but my sisters..and Daddy. If I turn human, I'll never see them again." The manta rays wound themselves around her and guided her to the exit. "Ssssiobhan will help you." As if in a trance, Madeleine let the manta rays lead her to the home of the sea-witch. ------------------------------------------ The cave was formed of old coral, covered with sea fungus so old and dense that the entire structure looked greyish-green. Madeleine shuddered. "I'm not sure this is such a good idea," she began. "Ssssiobhan can turn you human," the rays crooned. Gulping, Madeleine entered the cave. At the far end, a scarlet light pulsed. Stalagmites grew from every inch of the sea floor and she had to swim carefully to avoid their jagged ends. "Madeleine, I see you have finally come for a solution to your little problem," a voice intoned from the dark. "Y-you know about it?" "The sea-witch sees all and knows all." From the shadows a haggard creature appeared. Her hair was scraggly and grey, and her tail a ragged black. "I know about your little crush on the human," Siobhan smiled. "And I can help you." "You can?" Madeleine stammered. "Yes. I have a little potion that can turn you human for three days." Siobhan bobbed about her cave, selecting glass vials from the shelves carved from the walls. "If you can gain the human's affections in three days you will remain human forever. But if, by the time the sun sets on the third day you have not..." Siobhan retrieved a spherical vial from the back of the shelf and turned to face Madeleine. "You will belong to me." Madeleine frowned. "What exactly do you mean by gain his affections?" Siobhan laughed. "Why, my dear, you are yet young and untrained in affairs of the human world. I mean, you have to get him to sleep with you. Willingly." "Sleep with me?" Madeleine repeated. "Yes. He has to mate with you." Madeleine flushed. "Why, I can't possibly-" "Well then, there is no time for idle talk. The manta rays will guide you home, to your sisters and the rest of the mermaids," Siobhan turned her back to Madeleine. Madeleine quieted. She thought of Polaris, and the life she had led thus far, and she thought of the young man she had saved from the storm. "Okay, I'll do it." "Excellent," Siobhan beamed. She filled the vial in her hand with a potion from a cauldron nearby. "Of course there is the issue of payment..." "I have no gold or pearls," Madeleine said with shame. "Oh no, I just want your voice." "My voice? But how-" "Don't worry my dear, I'm sure you'll find a way around that," Siobhan grinned. "How about it? I don't have all day, you know." "Alright. I will do it," Madeleine said. Her face was set with resolve. "Perfect. Now sign here and drink up." Siobhan gave the mermaid a pen made of fish bone and watched with glee as she signed the treaty. Shaking, Madeleine took the vial from Siobhan. She looked down at her gorgeous green tail, waving gently in the water. "Drink up," Siobhan prompted. Nodding, Madeleine tipped the vial to her lips and drank. The liquid seared her throat like fire, and she gasped as she struggled to breathe. All she heard was Siobhan's laughter, as her tail gleamed white and split. A bright flame lit the cavern up and a striking pain speared her limbs. The last thing she knew was the distant light of the sun above the surface beckoning to her. ----------------------------------- "Help! Help, someone's hurt!" Stephen yelled as he burst through the palace doors. "Oh my, oh my," Carlotta bustled to the door to greet the prince. "It's a lady!" "Yes, please help to get her warm and dressed, I will call the physician," Stephen said, laying the girl down on a bed, covered in only his shirt. "Oh yes, I will your Highness. Dear heavens she's unclothed! Please leave the room, sire, it is not appropriate for you to be here," Carlotta trilled, pulling the curtains around the bed. Stephen nodded. He cast a lingering look at the closed door. "I think I've found her, Fred," he said absently. Fred looked curiously up at him. "Let's go, she needs to rest." ---------------------- The sun was brilliant in the sky when Carlotta burst into Stephen's room. "Sire, sire! The maiden, she's awake!" Stephen got to his feet. "Oh, that's wonderful!" He followed his servant to the room where the lady was. Carlotta stood outside. "She's inside, sire." "Good. Thank you. Make sure nobody enters without my permission." Stephen knocked on the door before opening it. He found himself swallowing nervously. "Excuse me," he said. The room was small but well-furnished, and the bed-curtains were drawn. "Um, I heard you're awake? Are you well?" Stephen could see the silhouette of the girl on the bed. She was sitting upright, and she nodded. "What is your name?" Silence. Frowning, Stephen went closer. Curiosity burned in him and he parted the curtains. There, before him, sat the maiden from the sea. To his deep shock she was naked. "I'm so sorry, I thought Carlotta had dressed you," he looked away. He felt a hand on his arm. Flinching, he looked back at the girl. She was smiling. Her red hair was tousled and her eyes were blue as sapphire. "I...I don't understand." The girl tapped her throat lightly. "You can't speak?" Stephen asked. She nodded. "Okay...what's your name?" He watched the words form on her lips and tried his best to read them. "Ma..Maddie..Madge? ..Madeleine?" Madeleine smiled excitedly. She moved closer to Stephen on the bed. "I-I'm sorry, Madeleine, but I really..I can't be here with you like this." Stephen tried his best to avert his eyes but she was so comfortable in her skin, propped up on the bed, her knee just touching him. Her complexion was milky-white, her lashes dark as dusk, her neck graceful and fair, and her breasts...were small but curved and lush. Heat rose in him and Stephen made a great effort to stand up and away from the bed. "I will send Carlotta for you when you are properly dressed," he said. Madeleine looked at him, confusion on her face. "Do not fret. We will learn more of each other soon." He left the room. Madeleine watched him leave. Her skin tingled where his gaze had lingered. It felt so strange. Was this what Siobhan had said she must do? No, she knew what the act entailed..but he seemed against it. Three days. She had three days to convince him otherwise. ------------------------ "A tour of the kingdom!" Stephen announced. Madeleine smiled up at him. They were in a horse-drawn carriage, and she was attired appropriately in a beautiful dress with a heart neckline. "Grimsby advised that such would be proper," Stephen continued. He returned Madeleine's smile. The day went by perfectly. They went to the town market, where Madeleine peered excitedly at all the wares on sale, and touched each fruit in the stands with wonder. Stephen supposed she was from a distant land where the local produce was rare. They saw a puppet show, attended a town-hall dance, and saw every sight the town had to offer. As dusk fell, they found themselves by a quiet lake. The horse and its carriage were tied to an apple tree nearby, and the horse was savouring the fruit on the ground. "So...did you enjoy yourself today?" Stephen asked. Madeleine nodded, a huge smile on her face. He was happy to see her so. "Well that's great. It's not a very big town, but it's home," he continued, unfolding a large picnic blanket and gesturing for her to sit. Madeleine sat and folded her legs carefully under her. Stephen drew out a picnic basket from the carriage and laid it on the mat. "Carlotta packed this. I don't know what foods you like or where you're from, so I hope you'll like this," he said. Madeleine smiled. He offered her a sandwich and she looked at it curiously. "So, where are you from?" Madeleine frowned. She gestured toward the sea. "Oh, Andalasia? Across the sea?" Stephen guessed, biting into an orange segment. Madeleine pointed harder toward the sea. "No? Grendale, then, just next to Andalasia?" Madeleine sighed and shrugged her shoulders. Stephen put down his orange and looked at her. "You miss your home, is that it?" Madeleine nodded slowly. Stephen watched her. Instinctively, he drew nearer to her and put an arm around her. Madeleine flushed with pleasure and nestled closer. Stephen laughed. "You know you're the queerest maiden I have ever met." Madeleine beamed up at him. The setting sun caught her smile in one of its rays, and Stephen was dazzled by it. "You're also one of the most beautiful," he said softly. Madeleine froze slightly. She looked up at her prince. His eyes traced her lips. Now was her chance! She leaned in and pressed her lips to his. Stephen was slightly startled but the softness of Madeleine's lips entranced him, and he leaned in closer to her. They embraced in the soft light of the sunset. When they parted, Madeleine was breathing hard. She didn't understand these sensations that had never existed underwater. Stephen tried to gather his wits about him. She was so beautiful, and so unaware of her beauty. The neckline of her dress had dipped in their kiss, and he could see the curve of her breast just above her collar. He swallowed and struggled to regain control. Unbidden, images of her naked form returned to him. Soft skin on the bed, porcelain limbs and the curves of her flesh, her parted thighs... Madeleine laid her hand on his. He looked at her questioningly. She smiled encouragingly and took his hand, placing it on her neck. Transfixed, he kept his gaze locked with hers as she trailed his hand down, slipping it into the top of her dress. His fingers grazed soft, plump skin. Her nipple pebbled under his touch and her mouth opened on a mute moan. In the distance the town bell tolled. Startled, Stephen pulled his hand back. Madeleine looked disappointed. He looked at her for a long time, trying to figure out an appropriate response. Finally, he leaned in and kissed her on her forehead. "Let's go back," he said. ----------------------------- Siobhan screamed in rage and lashed out at her cauldron, in which the scene of Madeleine and the prince played out. The large pot trembled and split into tiny little smithereens. "This is terrible! I shall have to stop this!" Whipping about her cavern Siobhan concocted a spell to turn herself human. She cackled with glee as she added the silvery mist that was Madeleine's voice into the mix. "I will have your prince, young mermaid," she laughed. "And then. And then, I will have you!" ------------------------------------ It was late at night. The moon was silver in the sky, and Madeleine lay in her bed. It was so frustrating. She had but one more day. Stephen had been occupied with Grimsby the whole day today, and she had only till sunset the next day to accomplish her plan. It was so difficult, he kept opposing her. But the last time..he had almost given in, she could see it in his eyes. When she put his hand down her shirt, his fingers closed around her skin. Madeleine gasped with the memory. Her legs clenched together. They were odd, these new limbs. She was not quite used to them yet, and she often tripped or over-stepped, and there was this issue with what lay at the juncture of them. Madeleine pushed back the covers and looked down at herself. She took off her undergarments and peered closely at her privates. How strange, this soft-furred mound. It felt so..vulnerable. And yet, whenever she kissed Stephen, a pleasing sensation emanated from it. Madeleine wondered. She lay back on the bed and moved her hand between her legs. It felt pleasing when she touched it. The dips and folds, and the lip between that was a fleshy bump. She grew moist when she touched it, and she found her eyes half-closing in pleasure as she stroked herself. What was this? She knew of the mermen who mated with the mermaids, but it was nothing like this. It couldn't be. Perhaps she was in heat, perhaps this was the right time to mate with Stephen. With that thought, Madeleine got up from her bed and cautiously opened the door. She had to make sure not to be seen. The corridors were empty. Quietly, she tiptoed down the hall to Stephen's bedroom. Without the slightest of sounds she crept in and closed the door behind her. In the moonlight, she could just make out Stephen's sleeping form on the bed. Quietly, she slipped under his covers and cuddled up behind him. Taking a deep breath, she reached across his body and felt for his manhood with her hands. Stephen was having an odd dream. Someone was fondling him most pleasingly. He felt his erection grow under the ministrations and suddenly jolted awake. He sat up and turned to see who it was. "Madeleine!" He whispered. "What are you doing here!" Madeleine said nothing. He could just make out a comforting smile in the darkness. Her hands did not stop stroking him. He gulped at the sensations she was creating. She stretched her arms further and slipped her hands under his waistband, touching his skin directly. A low groan formed in his throat as he felt her massage him gently but firmly, her soft fingers pliant on his arousal and soothing on his ball sacs. "Madeleine we can't..." She shushed him, turning so that they faced each other on the bed. She took his right hand and placed it under her night-dress. To his surprise he found that she was not wearing undergarments. His hand found warm, wet flesh between her legs. She shuddered visibly under his touch. Stephen breathed raggedly. This was never in the rule-book for castle etiquette. He had no idea what to do. Perhaps -- "I will wed you," Stephen said under a groan. He brushed his fingers over Madeleine's soft pussy. "I will wed you in the morning, and we shall be man and wife. That is, if you agree," he said, almost-pained under her touch. Madeleine smiled with delight. She took Stephen's hand away and knelt by his lap. It was so strange, this protruding organ. And yet... Stephen's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt Madeleine's mouth engulf him. Her tongue circled the crown of his penis and he stiffened further in the wet glove of her mouth. The Mermaid "Aghh.. Maddie. Wait. We can wait...till tomorrow," he urged, pulling her head away and up toward him. Madeleine smiled silently and straddled him. In alarm, Stephen felt her legs part over him as she attempted to mount him. His stiff shaft pulsed warm and willing. Her pussy lips spread on either side of him. It took all of his willpower not to thrust up into her. "Madeleine, Madeleine," he moaned, lifting her off him and arranging himself. He reached out and turned on the bedside lamp. Her face was flushed with arousal. "Tomorrow. I promise," he said. Pressing a soft kiss to her cheek, Stephen led Madeleine back to her room. ----------------------- Siobhan watched the scene in her pearl locket. She fumed inside. Still, she knew she had time to ensnare the unwitting prince. She waited till Madeleine was in her room before she crossed the grounds and entered Stephen's room. He turned, thinking it was Madeleine. "Maddie I told you-" Siobhan took a trinket from her pocket and crushed it. The silver mist that was Madeleine's voice wafted in the room and Stephen's eyes clouded over as he fell under her spell. Laughing softly with wicked glee, Siobhan led the hapless prince to his bed, where she undressed him. "Such a fine specimen, the little minx has chosen," she laughed. She stroked him to full hardness before spreading her legs and impaling herself on him. A deep, satisfied moan escaped her. "Ohhh the humans have something right, at least," she murmured. Arching her back, she rode the enchanted prince on and on, riding out the waves of her pleasure, till he spurted inside her. Dawn was breaking when Siobhan finally lifted herself off the prince. "Come now, Princey. It's time for a wedding." -------------------- Madeleine could do nothing but stare in numb shock. The Prince stood before the altar with a strange woman by his side. She knew it was the sea-witch. It had to be. He loved her, she knew that. Flustered, she paced the castle grounds searching for a plan. It came to her, but it was an unconventional scheme. Still, it was all that she had. When the vows were taken and the newlyweds had adjourned to her conjugal chambers, Madeleine slipped to the sea. Her tears turned silver in the jade-green waters, and it was not long before her sisters emerged from the sea. Their faces were distraught when they saw her. "Madeleine, we knew you must've gone to the witch, oh Madeleine, what are we to do?" She was wordless, but Madeleine managed to convey her message to them through gestures. "We will do our best sister. The lagoon by the bay, bring her there at six. We will be there." Mary held Madeleine's hand before she left. "Be careful, sister." Madeleine nodded. She rushed back to the castle. ----------------------- "So, you've come to your senses have you?" Siobhan laughed. She had a protective arm on her prince. He stood silent by her side. "Well, I see no reason why we shouldn't enjoy the little picnic you've prepared for us. And I know how much Prince here loves picnics," Madeleine turned red. "Alright bring us to your little cove. I think I'll just hang on to this prince for a while more. He's very good in bed, you know," Siobhan cackled. The sky was just beginning to turn pink with dusk when they arrived by the lagoon. Madeleine led Siobhan to her seat by the water. "Well, it is very lovely indeed. I have to hand it to you-" Before Siobhan could finish her words, a flurry of mermaids emerged from the water and dragged her into it. Loud screams and thrashing followed. Madeleine knew she had limited time. The sky was fast turning red. She went to Stephen's side and removed his clothes. He sat, unmoving, caught fast in the spell. Frantic, she looked at him and tried to get him back to his senses, but he was unresponsive despite Siobhan's subduing. An idea flashed to her and Madeleine kneeled before Stephen. She took his cock in her mouth. He grew hard quickly under her soft, sucking mouth. She looked up with her eyes but his face was as expressionless as before. The skies turned ever darker. With her left hand she cradled his balls. She sucked on him with all her might, and suddenly she saw a muscle move in his face. His limbs shuddered and he orgasmed in her mouth. Blinking, Stephen looked down at Madeleine. "What the-" Down in the water, Siobhan morphed back into her usual form, since her enchanted one was suffocating underwater. A silvery mist spread through the water and to her delight Madeleine found her voice back. "Stephen! Oh, Stephen you were under a spell. Please, we have to make love, or I will turn back into a mermaid and belong to the sea-witch!" Stephen was slack-jawed, but he could see the mermaids thrashing in the water, trying to subdue the enraged sea-witch. Madeleine tore her dress and undergarments, and took his hand to cup her mound once more. "Please," she implored. A resoluteness came over Stephen's features and he pressed Madeleine against the sand. He spread her legs. The sun was close to setting, but he could not help but dip his head between her legs. She shuddered as he pleasured her with his mouth, feasting on her luscious wetness. "Please!" She cried, seeing the orb of the sun dip at the corner of her eye. Stephen raised himself on his arms and fit his body to the curve of Madeleine's. He kept his gaze locked on hers as he pressed the blunt head of his manhood to her yielding mound. She nodded to him and he lowered his head to the nook of her shoulder and flexed his hips forward. Madeleine gasped and thrashed under him as she felt his warm flesh part her lips. A deep pleasure flooded her between her legs. Stephen's eyes were black with desire, and he plunged into her over and over. The sweetness of the sensations overcame them both and they shuddered in orgasm. Down in the water the sea-witch unleashed a piercing scream. The force of their love shot a shaft of white light into the water and she exploded into smithereens, till all that was left of her was greying pieces of fungus adrift in the waves. Madeleine panted from under Stephen. He looked down at her and laughed. She laughed too, and the sound of her voice was like so many pretty bells in his ears. She got up and thanked her sisters tearfully. They held her close and bid her farewell. There was a second wedding that day. It was held on the beach so that the merpeople could attend, and everybody was full of joy and celebratory spirit. And late that night, Madeleine found Stephen smiling against the skin of her shoulder, his strong hand snaking down between them to fondle her new legs. As she turned and received her lover, she knew that she had finally found where she belonged. The Mermaid The beautiful mermaid grasped the base of Sailor Sam's penis in her soft, dainty hand. Locking her mesmerizing green eyes with his, she slowly bent her head down and brought her mouth to his swollen cock head. Her lips, plump and moist as the billows on the sea, gradually engulfed the purple head. Sailor Sam gasped as her soft lips slid down his shaft; the moisture and suction instantly transporting him to a state of extreme ecstasy. Her lips went further and further down his shaft, slowly sliding until she reached the gnarled gray hairs at the root. Sailor Sam gasped again as his cock head felt her throat muscles give it a playful squeeze. She then bobbed her head up and down, like a cork floating on the ocean, her perfect slippery lips teasing and caressing the sensitive skin of his shaft. Sailor Sam had had many a fine blowjob in his long life, and this was already one of the best. But then he began to feel things he had never felt before. Inside her mouth, the mermaid's tongue lengthened and thinned out, until it was a long, slender tendril, like the tentacle of a jellyfish. She wrapped it around the sailor's cock, round and round many times, and gently pulsed the shaft with varying degrees of pressure, all the while maintaining the up and down motion of her lips sliding on the outside of the shaft. Sailor Sam gasped once again, and nearly swooned from the pleasure. He could feel the sweat breaking out on his brow and the pressure building up in his balls that indicated an orgasm was imminent. But the mermaid wasn't finished yet. She lengthened her tongue still further, and the tip, still inside her talented mouth, began to probe the pee-hole at the end of the sailor's cock. Slowly it slithered inside, sounding deeply into his urethra, probing the ulta-senstive tissues that had never before known a caress. The pulsing of the tongue coils and the sliding of the lips kept up as well. This was all that Sailor Sam could take. His orgasm exploded like a sea-spout, launching a gigantic charge of jism straight from his balls. The mermaid quickly withdraw the slender tip of her tongue from his urethra, and let the load of creamy white fluid fill her mouth. She used the coiled length of her tongue to massage his shaft, peristalsis style, to milk out every drop of cum and every ounce of pleasure. ******************** But before we go any further with our story, let's go back in time a bit, and see how Sailor Sam came to find himself in this happy circumstance. He was born in the midwest, but had always yearned for the sea. At the age of fifteen, he ran away from home, lied about his age, and joined the Navy. After twenty years, he took his pension and joined the Merchant Marine, sailing the commercial seaways of the world. During all this time, he became an expert seaman, and could sail any craft through any kind of sea. Also during all this time, he heard many strange tales and legends. He heard of sunken treasures, ghost ships, and floating cities. He learned of pirates and privateers, of sea monsters and mermaids, of giant squids and lost continents. He heard about Davy Jones and the Kraken and Fiddler's Green. But most of all, he heard tales of the Crown of Atlantis, the fabled jewel of the sunken city, lost in the mists of antiquity. It was said to be the most beautiful piece of jewelry ever crafted by the hand of man, gleaming with gold and silver and all manner of precious gemstones. Born in the sea, and resplendent with all the magic and beauty of the maritime world, Sailor Sam found that he wanted it, needed it, craved it, more than he had ever wanted any single object in his entire life. And so he retired from the Merchant Marine, and using both his pensions, he bought himself the swiftest little one-man craft ever built, and commenced to combing the oceans of the world for the fabled lost crown of the lost civilization. The epic tale of how he eventually found the Crown is a story for another day, however. Today's story is about the mermaid. So for now, suffice it to say that he spent ten years, survived many harrowing adventures, and faced untold dangers. Until, at last, he found himself on a tiny island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, holding the Crown of Atlantis in his hands! He spent a full hour staring at it, standing there on the beach, mesmerized, marveling at its great beauty. Then he heard a small sound, off in the distance, like the keening of a kitten. He swiveled around, looking for the source of the sound. His jaw dropped when his eye fell upon the face of a young woman, lying some ways down the beach, and pinned under a giant piece of driftwood! He ran to her. Her face was absolutely stunning; the most beautiful face he had ever seen. Bright shiny green eyes, high cheek bones, porcelain skin, and long, wavy blonde hair. Her lips were two luscious buds that begged to be kissed. She was clearly naked, and Sailor Sam couldn't help but notice the most beautiful pair of breasts that he had ever seen in a long life of staring at breasts. They were neither too large nor too small, but just right. They were perfectly proportioned, and seemingly exempt from gravity. The nipples were pink and pert, and begging to be sucked. He could not see below her waist, however, due to the giant log pinning her down. As he approached, she called out to him. "Please, sir, save me! I am trapped and will surely perish here!" Her voice was like a crystal bell, ringing out against the sea wind, clear and crisp and beautiful. It was a voice he could listen to forever. He ached to hear her speak his name. "I'm coming, miss!" yelled Sailor Sam as he ran. When he reached the woman, he tore his gaze away from her beautiful face and breasts long enough to survey the situation. The giant driftwood, smooth and white, completely covered her body below her waist. It was at least twenty feet long and no doubt weigh hundreds of pounds. Sailor Sam didn't even stop to think. He grasped the log at its thickest point, and heaved with all his might. Of course it didn't budge. He spat on his palms and tried again. Nothing. Then he looked into the face of the woman, intending to tell her not to worry, that he would think of something. But as soon as his eyes locked with hers, he felt a strength, a potency, that he had never felt before. It filled his muscles and his bones and he felt like Superman. He gritted his teeth, heaved with all his might, and tossed the chunk of wood four feet backwards. The woman quickly wiggled away from the spot where she had been pinned. She looked up at Sailor Sam with gratitude in her eyes, and in her beautiful clear bell of a voice, said, "Thank you, kind sir! You have saved my life, and I will forever be your slave and servant." Sailor Sam was about to say that there was no need for all that, but the words died in his throat as he caught a sight of the woman's body below the waist. As you have no doubt figured out by now, she was a mermaid, and was all fish from the belly-button down! A long, supple body, covered with gleaming green scales, and terminating in a double-finned tail. She flapped her tail provocatively at him. Sailor Sam stared at her, mouth open. He had of course heard of mermaids, and like most sailors, he considered their existence a possibility. But he had never expected to see one, let alone one this beautiful. He dropped to the sand, stunned, and sat staring at her. "Let me show you my gratitude," said the mermaid, and she slithered up between Sailor Sam's legs as he sat on the beach. One of her beautiful hands reached out and untied the knot of the rope holding up his breeches... ****************************** The mermaid licked her lips, catching every last drop of Sailor Sam's jism. She looked him in the eyes, her own green eyes flashing with a combination of love, gratitude, and lust. "Thank you, Master," she said. "Thank you for the delicious load of cum. I hope I have done a good job of starting to show you my gratitude for saving my life." Sailor Sam was still catching his breath from the body-shaking orgasm. "No need for that Master stuff, missy," he said. "I'm just glad to have been able to help. But, uh, if you still feel like showing your gratitude, I'd be happy to take a blowjob like that anytime or anywhere." "Oh, I don't just perform blowjobs," said the mermaid. "I'm skilled in all manners of pleasing human men. Well," she hesitated. "Well, all but one, of course." She glanced down at her midsection. "Oh!" said Sailor Sam. "Yes, I guess you wouldn't be able to fuck. You don't have a pussy, do you?" "No," said the mermaid sadly. "But I promise, I can make you happy. You'll see." And she favored him with a sly grin. And thus began one of the happiest times in Sailor Sam's life. He had plenty of food and rum on his boat, and the island was teeming with wild fruit and fresh water springs. He decided that rather than hurry home with his treasure, he would linger awhile in this paradise, and let the mermaid show her gratitude in any manner that occurred to her. After several days and many fabulous blowjobs, Sailor Sam felt compelled to ask the mermaid one more time: "You're sure you don't have a pussy down there somewhere, are you? I could sure use a fuck. Especially from someone as talented and beautiful as you are." "No, I'm sorry," she said. "But how about a handjob? I give handjobs that make human women's handjobs look like a peck on the cheek." And with that, she had Sailor Sam lie down on his back in the sand. She pulled off his dungarees and tossed them aside. Sailor Sam watched in silent anticipation. The mermaid held up her hands and wiggled her fingers. Sailor Sam couldn't help but notice the shiny, mother-of-pearl nails on each dainty finger, flashing in the sun. But as he watched, and as she wiggled, her fingers multiplied, until she had ten per hand! And not only that, they grew longer and slimmer, until they become long, flexible, prehensile members, like the arms of an octopus or giant squid. The mermaid brought her hands close to Sailor Sam's crotch. Three fingers of each hand wrapped around his cock, each encircling the girth of the shaft three times. She began sliding the fingers up and down his length, plus forward and backwards, circularly, around his shaft, each hand's fingers moving in the opposite direction from the other one. Sailor Sam moaned in pleasure as he watched in fascination. Never in his wildest dreams or the craziest tales of his fellow sailors had he ever heard of such a handjob. But it was only getting started. Two other fingers from each hand reached down to his scrotum, and tenderly massaged it with a gentle, palpating motion. They rolled his gonads back and forth, stretched and tugged with a firm but gentle touch, squeezed just enough to keep the sailor perched on the edge of ecstasy. But she wasn't done yet. Two other fingers of each hand slowly slowly began tracing their way up and down his inner thighs, the nacreous nails gently tickling his sensitive skin. The sailor shuddered with pleasure, the combined assault on his senses nearly overwhelming him. But the mermaid know how to keep him on the edge and not let him cross into inevitability until she was ready. Two more fingers of each hand shot up the length of the sailor's chest. The tender tips began massaging, twisting, and pinching his sensitive nipples. Sailor Sam had never known that he had sensitive nipples before, but now they were definitely on fire. The waves of pleasure shot up and down his body as the mermaid continued to stroke his cock, balls, thighs, and nipples. And then, after what seemed like an eternity of pleasure, the mermaid was ready for her final move. The remaining digit of each hand reached around behind the sailor's ass, and plunged deep into his anus. The two slender fingertips found his swollen prostate, wrapped around it, and gave it a gentle squeeze. This was the end for Sailor Sam's attempt to hold off orgasm. His body could no longer deny the inevitable. The combined pleasure he felt in his cock, balls, thighs, nipples, and now deep inside his being, all converged and pushed him over the edge of orgasm. He screamed in pleasure, and his cock spat wad after wad of pearly white cum, which drenched the mermaid's beautiful breasts. She kept massaging him, one by one retracting her fingers, until finally only a few digits were left to milk the final drops out of his wilting cock. The rest of her fingers were now busy scooping up the dripping strands of cum from her chest, and bringing them up to her mouth, where she greedily gobbled them down. Sailor Sam lay twitching for several moments, as the aftershocks of pleasure ran up and down the length of his body. Finally, he opened his eyes. The mermaid was still licking her fingers. "Was that as good as a pussy fuck?" she asked, coquettishly. "It was mighty damn good, that's all I know," said Sailor Sam, catching his breath. "You can give me a handjob or a blowjob anytime you like, missy. And so several more blissful weeks passed for Sailor Sam, with the mermaid alternately pleasuring him with fabulous blowjobs and awesome handjobs. They spent their time, when she wasn't pleasuring him physically, lying on the beach, watching the waves or the stars, and telling each other tales of their lives. She told him about the mer-people and their lives under the sea, and of their customs and legends. He told her of his times in the Navy and in the Merchant Marine, and off all the strange lands he'd visited and interesting people he'd met. And of course about his quest for the Crown of Atlantis. But as much as he enjoyed the mermaid's magical blowjobs and handjobs, not to mention her beautiful face and charming company, he still yearned for some pussy. "Are you absolutely sure," he would ask her, "that you don't have a pussy somewhere underneath all those scales?" As always, she shook her head sadly. "No, Master, if I did I would happily give it to you. I yearn to please you in any way you desire. How about a titty fuck? I give titty fucks that make a human woman's titty fuck feel as erotic as a handshake." And with that, she had Sailor Sam once again lie on his back. She once again pulled off his breeches, exposing his already-stiffening cock. The sailor wondered what new magical pleasures he was about to enjoy. He didn't have to wait for long. As he watched in fascination, the mermaid grew two extra pairs of breasts! One pair was immediately below her original pair, near the bottom of her ribcage. The other pair was below that, near her hips. All six breasts were magnificent; soft creamy globes with stiff pink nipples. The mermaid began slithering up his body from between his legs, her chest pressed against him. As her first, original pair of breasts reached his already-rigid cock, they pressed it upward against his abdomen. He felt their warmth and smoothness against the sensitive skin of his cock, and it made him shudder with pleasure. The mermaid slid further up the sailor's body, and the second pair of breast engulfed his twitching cock. The first pair was sliding up his chest now, skimming across his sensitive nipples. Finally, the third pair of breasts reached his groin. He found his balls surrounded by this lowest pair, encased and engulfed in their warm smoothness. The mermaid began moving her body up and down in small motions. Her middle breasts slid up and down the underside of his cock, stroking it and caressing it with magical delight as the lowest pair continued to massage his nutsack. Sailor Sam felt a great slick wetness all over his genitals. "This is a bit early for pre-cum," he thought to himself. But then he realized that it wasn't pre-cum at all. Staring down, he saw that the nipples of the two lower pairs of breasts were secreting a thick, slick, gooey liquid, a natural lubricant that was both cool and hot at the same time; it made the touch of the mermaid's breast flesh all the more magical and electric. He shuddered in pleasure all the more. The upper, original pair of breasts were now in front of his face. They were also leaking fluid. "Suck them," commanded the mermaid. Sailor Sam wasted no time in complying. He clamped his mouth around the left nipple and sucked for all he was worth. He was rewarded with the surprise of his life. "Rum!" he shouted. "And really good rum, too!" He went back to greedily sucking on the magical nipple, swallowing down the tasty, burning liquor that it produced. It gave him a hot, burning sensation in his stomach, as good rum always does. But this was the first time he had ever enjoyed a tipple of excellent rum at the same time that his cock and balls were being smothered with womanly pleasure. Then he decided to try the other nipple. He moved his mouth to the right breast and sucked. "Coconut!" he exclaimed. He sucked for several long seconds on the sweet nectar of that nipple, until he craved more rum. After that, he continually switched off between the two nipples. All the while, the mermaid continued to move up and down on his belly, her four extra breasts engulfing and caressing and massaging his thick, twitching cock and his tight, swollen nutsack. The sailor didn't feel like he was being massaged by four boobs; he felt like he was completely engulfed by magical, sensual flesh, worshipping his most tender and sensitive body parts. The mermaid began quickening her pace; moving up and down faster and faster, stroking his cock and palpating his balls faster and harder and more urgently. Sailor Sam felt the familiar feeling of inevitability welling up in his being. He clamped his mouth down tightly on the rum nipple, tensed his body, and prepared for the big explosion. It wasn't long in coming, and then Sailor Sam was shooting jolt after jolt of jism into the magical valley between the mermaid's six breasts. At the same time, she favored him with a giant squirt of rum, which he quickly swallowed, and then briefly passed out, his body twitching as his cock continued to squirt pearly ropes of cum. A few moments later, he came to. The mermaid was in a sitting position, her four extra breasts slowly receding back into her chest, and her long tongue sliding all over chest, licking up the prodigious load of semen before depositing it in her mouth. "Thank you for the lovely load of cum, Master," she said with a gleam in her flashing green eyes. The sailor wrapped his arms around the mermaid, and they fell asleep on the beach under the rising moon. Several more weeks went by, and Sailor Sam enjoyed many bodacious blowjobs, hair-raising handjobs, and tremendous titty fucks from the beautiful mermaid. She did her best to please him at all times, in all ways. But she could still sense that something was missing. "You still yearn to fuck a real human pussy, don't you Master?" she asked. Sailor Sam averted his eyes, feeling guilty. "I have no right to complain. You have given me the best sex of my entire life, over and over, and I should be satisfied. But I can't help it..." The mermaid was thoughtful for a while. She truly wanted to please her Master in any way she could. She stared out to sea for a long while with a faraway look on her beautiful face. Then finally she spoke. "My people have many legends. We are an ancient civilization, and our elders possess knowledge far beyond my own. I will confer with them and see if anything can be done." Sailor Sam was delighted at this news, and wished her luck. She splashed off into the sea, swimming straight out from the island. Sailor Sam watched her wake for as long as it was visible. Then, when she was too far out to see, he dropped to the sand sadly. He missed her already. For three days and three nights, there was no sign of the mermaid. Sailor Sam sat on the beach, drinking rum and munching on fresh fruit from the island. Then finally, at dawn on the fourth day, the mermaid returned. Sailor Sam had been sleeping on the beach, a slight rum headache troubling his temples, when he heard her splashing up onto the beach. He leaped to his feet, elated to see her beautiful, smiling face. The Mermaid "Good news?" he asked. "I think so," she said. "I conferred with our eldest elders. They believe that there might be a way to achieve what we seek. It is an ancient legend, and nobody can remember it ever having been tried, but if it works, I will be a perfectly human woman from the waist down." "Excellent! What do we have to do?" "There are three requirements. First, we must pledge our everlasting love to each other. Under the full moon, we must pledge to spend eternity together as man and wife, under penalty of death from the mermaid gods." "Easily done!" said Sailor Sam, clapping his hands. "After the transformation, you will be the perfect woman, and no man in his right mind would hesitate to pledge eternal marriage to you." "Second," the mermaid continued, "You must sacrifice your most prized possession to the mermaid gods as an offering." She scanned his face for his reaction. Sailor Sam started. His most prized possession? That would clearly be the Crown of Atlantis, that he had labored for so long to find. But he hesitated only a moment. How can a mere trinket, however rare and valuable it might be, possibly compare with the love and companionship, not to mention the awesome sex, of the most beautiful and perfect woman in the entire world? "Done!" he said. "I would sacrifice a thousand Crowns of Atlantis for you, my love." "Wonderful!" said the mermaid. "The third requirement is that we perform a very specific and very ancient ritual. It must also be performed at midnight under the full moon." "The moon will be full tonight," said Sailor Sam. "In sixteen hours it will be midnight, and I will finally have the most perfect woman in the world!" They spent the rest of the day in breathless anticipation. They chatted about where they would live, what they would do, where they would travel. They made love every way possible, knowing that soon they would be adding awesome pussy fucking to their repertoire. They kissed and cuddled on the beach and watched the sun slowly sink and the stars and the full moon begin to rise. Finally, at a half hour before midnight, they swam out into the shallow waters just off the beach to complete the first requirement. Sailor Sam took the mermaid in his arms and said, "Before all the gods of the mer-folk and all the denizens of the seven seas, I take you for my wife, for ever and always." The mermaid kissed him deeply, and said, "And I take you for my husband, for ever and ever, no matter what the future shall bring." They kissed for several more minutes, as the rising moon shone down upon them and the waves crashed about them. Finally, the mermaid took his hand and started splashing back up toward the beach. "Now, the final two requirements," she said. She shimmied up the sand, to about twenty feet from the water's edge. She lay flat, and extended one arm as far out above her head as possible. Poking one finger into the sand, she spun about on her midsection, drawing a large circle in the sand, about ten feet in diameter. Then she raised herself up to a seated position, and traced a five-pointed star inside the circle. One point was aimed directly at the sea, two were pointed inland, and the final two pointed left and right parallel to the beach. "Place your sacrifice on the inland side of the circle," she said. "Between the two points of the star." Sailor Sam took the Crown of Atlantis from the sack where he had it stored, and stared at it wistfully for a few minutes. Then he shrugged, confident that he was making a trade that he would never, ever regret. He placed the Crown on the sand, just inside the circle, between the two inland-facing points of the star. The mermaid glanced at the sky. "It is nearly midnight," she said. Still in the middle of the star, she lay herself down flat on the sand, with her head inside the point that faced the sea. "Now, we must recite the ancient chant. Repeat after me..." "Accipe syreni...," chanted the mermaid. "Accipe syreni...," chanted Sailor Sam. "Et ponam eam humana...," sang the mermaid. "Et ponam eam humana...," sang Sailor Sam. "Date ei crura et pedes..." "Date ei crura et pedes..." "Ubi nunc est cauda..." "Ubi nunc est cauda..." "Datorem eam pussy..." "Datorem eam pussy..." "Ubi nunc tantum squamas..." "Ubi nunc tantum squamas..." "Accedens autem et qui amat corporis..." "Accedens autem et qui amat corporis..." "Pedicabo potest eam velut puella!" "Pedicabo potest eam velut puella!!" As Sailor Sam finished the final syllable, an enormous wave began to build out in the ocean. It rose rapidly, and rolled toward the beach. He watched as it grew bigger and bigger, and rolled inland faster and faster. His sailor's instincts told him that it would not reach the circle where he and the mermaid waited, but he was wrong. With a sudden, final surge, the wave reared up over their heads, and came crashing down on the circe, the star, the Crown, and the mermaid. Sailor Sam himself just barely jumped back in time to avoid being drenched. The mermaid and the circle were completely submerged; Sailor Sam could see nothing but swirling water. And then, a gigantic lightning bolt flashed across the sky, zig-zagged a few times, and plunged into the water directly where the mermaid lay hidden. At the same time, a deafening peal of thunder rang out, echoing off the palm trees for twenty seconds before finally fading away. With all now calm, the water began to recede, slowly and gradually. Sailor Sam stared, fascinated. As the water reached the point where the top of the circle had been, he first noticed that the Crown of Atlantis was gone! No matter; he had willingly sacrificed it to turn his mermaid into the most perfect of wives and the most perfect of lovers. The water receded a bit further, and Sailor Sam saw, to his amazement, ten perfect, beautiful, tiny human toes! Each perfect toe had a shiny, nacreous polish on its nail. As the water receded a few more inches, he could see that the toes were attached to two perfect, graceful, beautiful human feet, with perfectly arched soles and dainty heels. Sailor Sam felt his dick begin to stir in his dungarees. A few more moments passed, and the water receded further, revealing two perfect, smooth calves, shapely and eminently kissable. Then two dainty knees, and then two perfectly creamy thighs. He wanted to reach out and stroke them, lick them, love them. But he remained transfixed, watching the water continue to recede as his dick continued to grow in his pants. The water receded a bit more, and then, finally, he saw it: a perfect human pussy where the two luscious thighs met! Of all the pussies that Sailor Sam had seen and eaten and fucked in his life, this was easily the most beautiful and perfect of them all. The outer lips were plump and beckoning, and already parted as if awaiting his attention. The inner lips were curly and pink, looking as delicate as an orchid in the early morning's dew, as moist and tasty as a ripe mango fresh off a tree. A perfectly shaped clit poked out at the top, its hood half off already in anticipation of his ministrations. A dainty patch of curly golden hair topped the ensemble. The entire affair was glistening with womanly moisture. He felt his dick achieve complete rigidity, creating a tent in his trousers. The water continued to slowly recede back toward the sea. Sailor Sam thought he caught a glint of reflected moonlight off the skin of the abdomen above the pussy, but shrugged it off as an illusion. But it was not an illusion; it happened again, and again. The torso gradually being revealed was shiny and reflective and silvery-green in the moonlight. In fact, it was covered with scales! There were no breasts, no arms, no neck; just two giant gills, like huge gash wounds, pumping the air for oxygen. And there was a giant dorsal fin on the back, with sharp-looking spines. Finally, the water completely left the creature, revealing her in full. She was topped with a giant fish head, with a huge lipless mouth filled with rows of razor-sharp teeth, and two huge, flat, black eyes the size of dinner plates. One of the eyes winked at him. Sailor Sam screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed. ******************************** Sailor Sam drained his beer mug, set it down on the bar, and gazed around the room. Every patron was staring at him, mouth open, breathlessly anticipating the rest of the story. But he said nothing. "Well?" said someone at last. "What happened next? What did you do?" "What could I do?" said Sailor Sam. "I put her on the boat, brought her here to Key West, built her a home with a pool, and we live together to this day." "You stayed with her? Even like that?" "Didn't have much choice, now, did I? We'd sworn to the gods of the mer-people, under penalty of death." "Wow, it must be horrible!" "Oh, it's not so bad, once you get used to the smell. I miss the blowjobs, of course, and since she doesn't have any arms, she isn't much for cooking or cleaning. But she doesn't cheat on me, and she never talks back to me. And that pussy is MARVELOUS!" One patron in the back of the bar, a young fellow from the city, piped up. "Is any part of that story really true? Any part at all?" A gasp ran through the crowd. Sailor Sam looked at the young fellow and shook his head sadly. "You aren't from around here, are you, young feller? Everyone around here knows that you never ask if a fish tale is true or not." He hoisted his beer mug, freshly refilled by the bartender. "That's the thing about fish tales. Being true doesn't make them any better, and being untrue doesn't make them any worse. All that matters is, was it a ripping good yarn!" The Mermaid and Her Men The two men were standing on the beach, gazing out to sea. One threw pebbles and the other sketched the ocean and setting sun in charcoal. Mana watched them, hiding behind a large rock near a cave only a few dolphin lengths away. She had watched them arrive at the deserted beach, walking from the large square box her father had called a castle. It had high round columns like kelp rising from the ocean floor. The men had walked down a path from the cliff that lead to the beach an hour ago, and she had felt annoyance that she had to look for shells and pearls in secret. She was supposed to collect the shells for her younger sister's Eventail: the night she would shed her fins for the first time and walk on sand in the moonlight. Alinta would wear a necklace of pears and shells, a crown of kelp, and dance naked under the moon. Then her sisters would take a shark from the ocean and cut it open on the sand. They would feast on raw shark, and wait for the first human to come to the beach in the morning. He would be their lover for the day, and their sacrifice. She should be getting back to her sisters, even empty handed, but she liked watching the one throwing rocks. He was dark, with curly brown hair in contrast to her fair reddish yellow hair. His body was bronze, which was an odd thing to see in a land man. Sea men on the big rocks that floated above the water had brown bodies. She and her two older sisters swam with a few of them and used their big dark bodies for other pleasures. Mana dipped from the rock into the water and drifted closer, staying behind the waves. She knew from her short visits to land that she couldn't let herself be seen. There were females on land, but they covered themselves and none had fins, more was the pity. Mana had lovely rounded breasts with coral points. They bounced when she swam and complemented her flat curvy stomach and glittering foam green tail. Her long blonde hair had hints of coral too. "Ho there!" Mana froze at the man's shout and slipped further into the water. She didn't want to be seen just yet. She recognized the language as English with a funny, lilting accent. There had been everything from French to Spaniards on their beach in the last few years. A busy time, war. "Sam, did you see that?" Mana peeked above the water. The dark man with the pebbles was pointing right at her. "There! There's a woman there. Ho! Are you alright miss?!" Mana sighed. There was nothing for it. Though she could shed her tail at a moment's whim, and set it around her body like a piece of long shimmering seaweed, she would be quite naked. She would have to pay the price, though. It was expected each time they shed their tails. She could either swim away with startling speed, or let the man know she was fine. If not, he'd come out and try to rescue her. It had happened before. There were dangers for a mermaid who was dragged on land with her tail. She grew up with the stories of the horrors men would do to women with tails. The man began to swim out to her. As if she wasn't born swimming. As if a mermaid needed saving in her own home. But land men were funny beings. She waved, practicing her mimicking skills that Merpeople learned when they were children. She knew different dialects of whale, dolphin, seal, French, Spanish, and a little English. "Ho there!" She called back, in her musical voice, "I am fine!" "I'm coming out to you! The water's rough. Be careful! There are rocks near you," the man shouted and Mana sighed again. Then she smiled, suddenly mischievous. She would let herself be caught in the ocean and surprise the man. It would serve him right for being so chivalrous. Maybe she would bring him to her sisters to play with, then lure him back for the morning. How clever of her to have found their sacrifice so quickly. "Help!" she called with a smirk. "Help me, s'il vous plaît" She saw his strong arms were already pulling him towards her. It was always so funny to her that land people must use their arms in the water. Mana drifted back towards her rock and cave, pumping her strong tail muscles so she would beat the man. She quickly decided the cave would do far better, since his companion wouldn't be able to see anything. Then again, the companion would come for them if she kept the dark one too long. She ducked her head and sent a keening call to her sister in their garbled language. "I am toying with a land man," she said, "I will call to you if I am in trouble. There is another handsome golden one on the sand." She looked back and saw her human was almost upon her. She quickly entered the cave and reveled in the dark quiet and echoing water. "Help!" she called again, "I'm lost!" Then she whispered the ancient singing unbinding mantra and took off her tail. She placed it carefully on a rock just as she heard a splashing sound behind her. She quickly put herself in a panic, treading water too quickly as she saw land people do to tire themselves out. Just as the man approached (he was much larger than he had seemed from afar), she pretended to faint, and plunged under the water. Without her tail with scales, she couldn't stay under for very long. She closed her eyes and no more than a few seconds passed before she felt large strong hands grip her arms. She was pulled up against a hard, half clothed body, then thrust on the rock ledge surrounding the cave. She coughed and sputtered convincingly then lay still, slitting her eyes to watch her rescuer. "Miss? Miss? Are you alright?" He knelt next to her, then noticed her nakedness and took an uneasy step back. He was young, had a dark growth of beard, piercing blue eyes, and strong muscles. Merpeople years were different than human years. She had swam the deep for many tides, maybe fifty human years, but Merpeople lived for at least three times that, and then didn't age until their last ten tides. The man's hands were rough where they had gripped her. A laborer maybe. Mana coughed again. "Yes," she said weakly, opening her eyes to stare at him. "I think so." A mermaid's eyes were terrible things. Blue and green at once with yellow edges, they had calming powers on both human men and mermen. To look into their eyes was to be lost. "But..." the man faltered a little, still kneeling. His eyes roamed over her body, stopping to rest on the coppery curls at the apex of her thighs and the large globes of her chest wriggling with Mana's fake shivers. Mana spread her legs a little enticingly, and the man gulped. "But your clothes," he said a little bit dazed. "Where did you come from?" His eyes suddenly sharpened and looked around the cave. Ah, a smart laborer. Maybe a criminal then? Mana saw his manhood jutting proudly against his wet pants. No matter his sudden suspicion. He was aroused. She put her hand on his arm and stared deep into the blue depths of his eyes so like her own ocean. She told the truth. One thing they were taught from a young age was to let the human make their choices knowingly. To do otherwise was to blaspheme against father ocean and mother moon. "I came from the sea." She sat up, her breasts jiggling and his eyes dipped down to them. He moved forward, his hand reaching out almost against his will. She held his hand and guided it to her breast. Then her words registered and he jerked back. "You came from the sea?" He said sharply. "What kind of joke is this?" He stood and looked around the cave once more, expecting a trap. From what, she couldn't imagine. "It is not a joke," Mana said, a little insulted. She had blatantly offered herself. She had wanted this man, and he looked like he wanted her. What then, was the problem? "I came from the sea. I was born in a large shell on the bottom of the ocean." She stood and moved closer to him. She saw him visibly shudder at her approach. She made eye contact. "I'm Mer." "Mer," he whispered. Then he looked at her legs and laughed. "You little minx. All right, who bought you for this? Was it Sam? Did you come from the tavern? So, little mer-madame," he made a mocking bow. Suddenly he looked older and much more jaded than his years, "Let's play then shall we? Who shall I be? The great Poseiden?" She gasped at his audacity. Using her father's name in vein and in his own domain... She felt a little ripple in the water. "Hush! You..." she couldn't find the English word, "You imbécile." He stilled and took a step back. "You're French! A French whore then. Fitting that I should fight your kind and fuck you at the same time. Ha. Well, as a soldier for England, I'll do England proud." He gripped her hard, pushing her against him and kissed her. She understood little of his angry speech except that he fought for England. He was a soldier. Mana felt a frission of fear. She had never been with a soldier, and a rough and angry one at that. Sea men were playful, all for a quick romp off the ship. Land men were serious but gentle, normally. "Soldier," she tested the word between his angry, bruising kisses. "Shh, soldier." She was angry, angrier than she'd ever felt. She wanted to teach this man a lesson he never forgot. But she also felt sympathy for his odd pain. He was in tremendous pain, shuddering and leaking with it, like a clam out of the water. Too much pain for his young life. The lesson would have to wait. She gave his kisses back to him harshly, and used her tongue and hands to gentle him. She licked his neck and bit, then kissed his chin and back to his mouth. She ran her hands along his length, under his trousers and he groaned. His strong grip lessened. He brought his hands along her breasts, teasing her strawberry coral tits to aching points. She gasped. "Si," she said. Spanish. She must not be in as much control as she thought if she was slipping up on her languages. He noticed. "Si?" he laughed, a husky sound, against her lips. He drew her down to the cave floor. He kissed her neck, sucking gently. "Which are you then, my mermaiden? French? Spanish? English?" "All," Mana replied shaking with lust and hunger. "I am all nations and I am none. I am of the sea." "Ahh," he said, teasing his kisses down her stomach. "Of the sea. Do you taste salty all over then?" He kissed a path in between her coral curls to the split of pink beneath and licked. He was very much the skilled lover, and lapped at her as she creamed. "Delicious," he said. She was panting, holding his dark curls against her pussy. "Yess," she said, humming her pleasure as he lapped, sucked and squeezed her bottom. She felt crisis upon her and moaned loudly. "Ohhh." Her keening noise was more mermaid than human. He looked up, stunned at the beauty of her sound. She reached for him, locking her eyes with his. He was entranced, his pained, bitter face changed to something like awe. He quickly took off his pants, gripped her hips and lay between them. He plunged into her tight passage, pushing passed her comfort. She winced. He was very large. "You alright my sea goddess?" He said quietly. He was shuddering with the effort of staying gentle and holding back. "You need me to go slowly?" "No," she said, gripping his bottom in her hands and pushing him in further. "It's just been some time." "Ah," he groaned, She was so hot and wet. He started to move quicker and quicker. "How long" he grunted. She couldn't answer. She could barely breath. She felt his rough pumping and reveled in it, moaning and making mewling noises. She was going to orgasm again. "Ohh!" "Oh god," he said, "Yes. Yes!" They came together as he plunged into her and she pulled his long dick into her tight wet vagina. Her legs wrapped around him and pushed him deeper. He was still filling her up with his shooting cum and groaning, when they heard a splash at the entrance to the cave. Mana languidly turned towards the sound, still wrapped up in the dark man's embrace, his length was still hard in her softest, wettest place. It was the other man. The golden one. Mana smiled at him and winked. She then turned back to her dark one, who was still collapsed over her. She gave him a kiss on the ear. "Danny?" the golden one called said. "What is this?" Danny grunted and turned towards the man treading water. He looked winded and satiated. "Sam," he said, then shook himself. "Sam. You probably already met...Uh.. I'm sorry I didn't even ask your name." "Mana," she said, with a wicked gleam in her eye. She began to slide out from under the strong, heavy Danny. He gripped her to keep her where she was, and turned back towards Sam. Mana stiffened at his oddly possessive gesture. "Mana," Sam said, obviously confused, "No, Danny. We've never met," he said this slowly as if talking to a simpleton. He looked protective of Danny, eying Mana with mistrust, and for good reason. "Really? Didn't you buy her for me? I thought maybe to try to bring me out of ... you know, out of my war shock." "No," said Sam. He was still treading water. "No, Danny. Should I go back to shore? I just wanted to check on you..." he trailed off. "Check whether I'm still alive, you mean," Danny said grimly. "My friend, I'll stay on this earth so long as there are wet pussies like this one for me." He grinned and buried his face in Mana's neck. Then he pulled back. "So Mana, if Sam didn't know you, where did you come from?" "I told you." She said, smiling up at him with glee, the twinkle back in her eye. "I'm Mer." And as if to punctuate her statement, there was a splash, and her older sister Quinara flew up out of the water, and over Sam, her green tail flicking him gently in the face as she dove back into the water. Danny gasped and pulled out of Mana. He scrambled back to the wall of the cave. Quinara swam back up and floated, her torso in line with Sam who was wide eyed with fear, awe, and something akin to excitement. Mana was enjoying her victory and Danny's confusion. He looked from Mana's legs back to Quinara's black hair and large breasts breaking the surface as she swam around and around Sam like a small shark. She was grinning, her fin flicking up and down out of the water. "But" Sam stuttered, "Mermaids! By golly." He was eying Quinara with longing and fear. "Mer" Danny whispered for the second time. "Yes, Danny," she purred his name and stood. His juices leaked out of her. She walked over to him, and he scrambled up. At her sensuous approach, his thick cock sprang back up to attention. She came close to him and reached around him to the rock where her tail lay, her silky light hair brushing him. Then she kissed him, and he hesitated briefly before responding. She stood back then wriggled, her breasts jiggling as she wrapped the seaweed blanket around her legs. She backed up to the edge of the ledge, and singing the binding song, plunged into the water to join her sister.