3 comments/ 23142 views/ 32 favorites Mermaids Rescue By: JagFarlane Trent awoke on the beach coughing, thanks to the waves lapping at his open mouth. Once the coughing subsided he slowly began to flex his muscles, feeling for the ability to move his limbs. As soon as he felt comfortable moving them, feet were dug into the sand to slide his body out of the surf, then slowly eyes were opened to survey his surroundings squinting at first to adjust to the bright sun and then sighing as the only signs of civilization were the remains of his raft and a couple of containers that had come to rest against the beach. He had been the mechanic aboard the Honolulu, bound for San Diego on its way from Hong Kong. It was his sixth trip aboard the ship and eleventh across the Pacific and while the job itself could thankfully be dull, the trips themselves never failed to excite him. There was something about the open ocean that he loved, be it the air, the color of the ocean once you got beyond the touch of humans, or the clarity of the night sky he wasn't sure. In a lot of ways Trent was sure that he just enjoyed the entire experience of it and just felt lucky to have a job that he enjoyed. This voyage had been no different than any other prior to it, they'd set sail in decent seas and he'd kept monitor over the engines, but snuck up every chance he got to look at the water and cheered when it changed from brownish hue to deep blue. The ship was loaded within the normal weight restrictions and every ounce of fuel accounted for. It always amazed him at how many containers they were able to carry, stacked high upon the ship in a variety of colors. The smell of the sea and the salt air filling his lungs almost felt like they were working on clearing the smog from the city out of him, it was good to be back at sea. Generally the ship did its best to avoid any large storms or potentially bad weather, the heavy loading made the ship prone to being swamped. This year had been fairly active as far as tropical weather went and so they were keeping a slightly northerly route and the trip was due to take up to five days longer than normal. Not that it bothered the crew much, once they went over a yearly allotment of days at sea they got a pay bonus. For Trent though, he was mostly just looking forwards to some down time on the summer beaches of San Diego and checking out this year's swimsuit fashions so well modeled by the locals. He grinned to himself, that was one of the perks of the job, he often got to head to the beach year round since the shipping routes took them to both hemispheres. Last year he'd gotten to crash on the beaches of Sydney, Australia while the ship was being loaded and all he could say was the ladies of Australia deserved their friendly reputation. With the grin still on his face, Trent whistled as he walked through the engine room, only pausing to make logs of the temperatures and pressures on the engine gauges. It was four days into their voyage and Trent was snug in his sleeping bag and tucked away in his rack, the slow rocking of the ship having helped slip him into a sound slumber when the claxon sounded. Out of the sleeping bag he slipped and to the floor, yanking on the pair of coveralls and jamming his feet into waiting boots, only buckling up the belt as he ran out of the berthing and down the passageway towards the ships command center. His first sign of problems were when the ship lurched hard to port, enough so that he had to put a boot against the bulkhead to stabilize himself while running. The mere fact he had to do that spelled a lot of problems, the Honolulu was not designed in the least to roll and the height of the stack meant she was top heavy and much more rolling could easily lead to capsizing. As Trent entered the command room the first mate passed him an inflatable life jacket which he strapped on then looked up. His eyes grew wide at the scene before him, the wind had whipped up white capped waves, or they would be white capped if the wind wasn't blowing the foam off the tips. "Ho...How, when did this happen," he managed to ask when his wits came back to him. "Storm took a right hook just west of us, we're catching the far side of it. Thankfully we're not near the eye, the wall would take us right out. As it stands now there is a chance we'll make it," the Captain replied steadily even though he didn't believe his own words. The ship wasn't designed as much for storm survival, more for cramming as many plastic pumpkin holding containers onboard. Usually that wasn't a problem but Mother Nature was far from a predictable foe. Best not to spook the junior crew members though. Trent made his way down the stairs and towards the bowels of the ship where the massive diesel engines lay. The rhythmic beat of the pistons was a small comfort to the raging weather outside. He settled himself into making rounds to check the gauges and ensure that everything was in spec. For now it was, though he expected to get a few oil level issues if the storm got much worse. Time carried on slowly, and his knees began to ache from having to adjust to the sudden swells. One had even been violent enough to lift him off his feet. When the rocking began to slow, he allowed himself to sit down for a bit, rubbing his aching knees. The thought of stretching out upon the warm sands of the beach again filled his head. The sound of the low lube oil alarm going off snapped him back awake. Glancing at his watch, Trent noted that a half hour had passed since he'd apparently fallen asleep. To his feet he quickly scrambled, dashing off to check the alarm and noting that the ship seemed to be rocking again, more violently this time. Before he could get to the source of the alarm the 1MC announcement system crackled with the captain's voice, "ROGUE WAVE! ROGUE WAVE! BRACE FOR IMPACT!" Trent managed to grab a nearby handrail just as the ship creaked and lurched hard to port. For a moment he felt weightless, as the ship began to drop into the trough created by the wave, then pain seared through his legs as he came crashing back down to the ship's deck. As his head cleared, Trent looked around and saw various lights having been pulled off their mountings and the hiss of a small steam leak filled the air. The massive diesel engines were quiet, having been shut off by emergency trips. The sound that disturbed him most though was the creaking metal combined with the faint sound of rushing water. Using the handrail as support, Trent slowly got to his feet and began to make his way towards the sound powered phone shack. When he picked up the line, he could hear Bill down in the hold screaming to the captain that there was water rushing in on the starboard side, too fast for the pumps to manage even if they did have power. Once the line went quiet, Trent checked in and reported the status of the diesels, stating it would take at least fifteen minutes to get them up and running again given the circumstances. He was ordered to start the engines again as fast as he safely could. When the Captain hung up the phones, he sighed to himself and worked up as best a face as he could before turning to the junior personnel in the cabin. Fear hung thick in the air, they could see the degree of list and that it was increasing. They also knew just how long it would take before the engines could start up. He paused before picking up the 1MC mic, trying to keep his hand trembling as he prepared to make an announcement no Captain ever wanted to make. "Make preparations to abandon ship. Make preparations to abandon ship. All hands meet on deck one in five minutes." His head hung low and shoulders slumped as he put the mic back in place. The first mate handled activating the emergency beacons. The words over the 1MC had sent shudders down Trent's back, he'd had a feeling that was going to happen but nothing would ever prepare him to hear it. The thought of heading out in a life raft during the storm terrified him in ways he'd never imagined. Training kicked in and he grabbed the stored life preserver, putting it on as he dashed up the stairs and headed to the life raft storage area. The Captain had never been one to buy into the old go down with the ship routine, it was his job to try and keep the crew alive long enough to be rescued. Or, at the least, he would do what he could to keep them alive. The rock of the wrecked ship had brought into stark reality just how hard of a job that would be. Upon arriving at the set location, he began to instruct the crew how to setup the rafts and how they would get aboard them. Granted they'd been through the training every time prior to departing on a voyage but still the instructions seemed to bring a tiny bit of normal feeling to an otherwise confusing time. The life rafts were thrown over the side, giving them time and room to inflate and prep for the sailors. One by one the men worked their way down the side of the ship on a rope ladder, bracing themselves each time the ladder slammed into the side of the ship. More than one jumped when they felt safe enough to land without death, more fearful of breaking a limb against the ships' hull. Despite a relatively warm water temperature, when Trent fell in it shocked him with how cold it really felt. He frantically propelled himself upwards, gasping for breath the moment that his face broke the surface. Head whipped around as he scanned the dark surface of the water for the bobbing life rafts. Spotting one of the two rafts, he started to swim for it, putting his head down and moving as hard as he could through the water. Popping up his head for a quick breather only yielded disappointment, as it seemed the raft had drifted further away from him during the swim. Trying to swim up the waves was wearing him out and when he would head down a trough it was nigh impossible to remain on a steady course. A vague memory of being trained in this rumbled in the back of his brain yet the answer remained in the dark. Unable to recall the method he'd heard, Trent plowed forth with the only option he could think of and that was to keep trying to swim towards the raft. He could feel himself tiring quickly, the water temps added to the high waves quickly sapped away at his strength and soon he found himself struggling to keep his head above the water. The life raft began to fade off into the distance and as the storm finally began to subside the raft had become a small blip on the horizon. Finally hope that he would make it to the raft began to fade away and he turned to just trying to keep his head above water in the slim hope that a rescuer would spot him, or at least that he wouldn't be hunted by sharks. By mid-morning he'd found and latched onto some floating debris from the ship which was still slowly slipping into the sea. A couple of attempts to try to get aboard the ship for supplies lead to moments that he'd rather not repeat and so he contented himself with trying to find things that he could use that were floating away from the vessel. The hot afternoon sun beat down harshly upon his body, adding to the growing dehydration issue. Between the lack of sleep and the way the sunlight was reflecting off the water Trent was already suffering from hallucinations, or at least he hoped they were, as many of them involved shark fins cutting through the water. He'd heard stories about how long it took sharks to find wrecks and many had told of the horror stories the USS Indianapolis and the sailors that had been slowly picked off by the sharks. As the sun sank into the horizon, turning the sky shades of red, yellow, and orange Trent was finding it harder and harder to keep his eyes open. The quiet lapping of the waves upon floating debris was a quiet lullaby to his sleep deprived brain and the loss of light was kicking in the melatonin. Several times he caught himself drifting off till finally he failed to wake up. In the calm ocean he drifted, unaware of the water swirling quietly around him and that his float had started to drift against the current as if pulled by an unseen force. When Trent returned to consciousness the first thing he noticed was how solid the substance under him felt. His fingers dug into the sand beneath them and he coughed softly as some of it hit the back of his mouth upon a sharp breath in. Eyes flew open to view the sandy beach he now found himself on and soon the view became misty as his eyes clouded with tears at being on land. For a few minutes he allowed himself to just lay on the beach and soak in being on land and at least not at the mercy of sharks. When the rush of joy slowly subsided, his attentions turned more towards survival and finding out what was useable on the island. First he checked his belt and sighed in relief at finding his Leatherman still there, at least he had a knife and the pliers would probably be handy. His clothes were a little beat up from the sea and soaked in drying seawater, but for the time being he left them on for protection. Along the beach he walked for a bit, not yet wanting to step into the forest a couple hundred yards from the shoreline, partly because he hoped to find some useful debris having washed up. The amount of garbage that he found strewn across the beach was astonishing, and some of it he thought could be put to use like old fish hooks and monofilament, most wasn't so useful. When he stumbled across a familiar blaze orange plastic container his hopes skyrocketed that its contents were still intact. Within the container was a flare gun, several parachute flares, a few handheld flares, and a small medical kit. Tucking the flare gun into the waistband of his pants gave Trent the courage to enter the jungle, figuring he could at least spook anything attacking him. Within the woods he found a small cleared area, with a few old bottles strewn about. "Smugglers," he muttered to himself, not entirely fond of them but if they left anything useful well it would be put to good use. By evening he had gathered himself enough scrap wood and torn tarps to create a makeshift shelter. He wasn't sure if it would be strong enough to withstand a storm but for the time being it gave him sense of mind. A small fire burned in the center of the clearing, no food to cook over it tonight but he hoped to remedy that in the morn. There were some coconuts to be found and once he found something suitable to open them with at least it would be sustenance. Other sources, well maybe the sea would provide them he hoped. By mid-afternoon Trent had stripped himself of his clothes, deciding it best to wear them sparingly so they lasted longer when needed. Walking around nude was taking a bit more to get used to than he at first figured. The warm sun upon his privates was odd at first, as was the feeling of a cool breeze across skin that was not accustomed to it. Still, that he was alone made it a bit easier to deal with, at least he didn't see the eyes peering at him from afar. When the water receded for low tide he went for a stroll along the beach, hopeful to find something within the tidal pools that he could add to his diet. While the first coconut had been tasty, he was sure that it wouldn't be enough to sustain him. The late afternoon had been spent gathering small sticks with the intention to make a blockade in the tidal pools the next time high tide came in. He'd heard once or twice of something like that working and figured it was worth a shot. Trent took off at a sprint when he saw some splashing coming from one of the pools and almost dived into the pool for fear of whatever it was escaping. He was delighted to find a small flounder having been trapped by the receding tide and didn't hear the giggles coming from the seaweed bed just offshore. That night the couple of fillets of flounder not only filled his stomach but gave him a much needed boost of confidence that maybe he could make it, at least until help came. Over the course of the next few days he began to adapt to island life, learning to smear his untanned parts with coconut flesh. Most days he caught one if not two fish in his traps and even had a mahi-mahi show up one day. He wasn't so sure how a deep water fish had been caught in the shallows but chalked it up to good luck and either way it made for good eating. There was a bit of a concern about eating such lean food but once again luck smiled on him with a blue footed booby that he was able to snag. As each day went on he could feel his confidence rising in being able to ride this ordeal out. The only thing that worried him was the constant feeling of being watched. By the end of his first week on the island he'd figured out a routine, split between food gathering and exploring the island. The only thing that really was beginning to bother him was the loneliness, making him start to understand all the stories of stranded people making friends out of coconuts and whatnot. It was even beginning to make him worry about hallucinations, the night before he thought he'd heard two women chattering off in the water but there was way that could have happened, or at least he told himself that. As he approached one of the tidal traps, he smiled again at his good fortune. The sound of a large splash stole his attention and he looked up to see the ripples of something large having disturbed the surface. Grabbing the fish by the gills, he trotted away from the water's edge, wary of what might have been that large and yet so close to the beach. As he settled against the wall of the hallowed out encampment, stomach full of fish, the thought of the voices had him thinking about how he missed the company of a woman even just to chat. His eyes drifted shut as fond memories on the California beaches played in his head, dozing for a while at the images until he realized the voices he was hearing were not those of the women in his memories. Slowly he opened his eyes and looked out again towards the sea, thinking he could see two figures in the water. Slowly on hands and knees he crawled across the soil, hidden by the sparse brush till he could get a better view. To his surprise he could see two feminine forms in the water up to their waistlines. They were both topless, a fact that at first surprised him, then as he felt the soil against his nude, hardening cock he was reminded that he was nude as well. He fought the urge to suddenly jump up and run across the beach for fear that he would scare them away. As he contemplated the best way to approach the women, a shimmer underwater caught his attention and he watched as one of the women leaned over and placed a fish within one of the waiting tidal traps. Not even pausing to wonder how they'd come across the fish, he figured that they must have been the source of his good luck somehow and would not be surprised by the presence of another person. Slowly he rose up and began to walk over the beach towards the two figures, hands held up to show he carried no weapon and hope that meant he offered no threat to them. When the moonlight hit his figure, the two women in the sea stopped their chattering and turned to look at him, causing him to pause. As one of them slowly shook her head and smiled a bit he began to walk towards them again. He was acutely aware that both sets of eyes had tracked to his still rather hard member, and blushed a little when he heard one exclaim to the other, "I told you he had a fairly good sized one." Then both giggled as they waited for him to come to the water's edge. "Well hello Lost One," the one on the left called out to him, "Come a little deeper and join us if you care. We don't bite, just suck." His blush deepened as he heard that and watched the mischievous grin cross her face. "I...I wanted to thank you for helping me these last few days. It is you who has been keeping my trap full each day isn't it?" In the moonlight he was starting to make out some of the details of the two women, both seemed to have light green hair though that might have been the light playing tricks. Their faces reminded him more of the local island women, skin seemed to have a bit of color to it and their eyes were darker colored. The one on the right had what would be considered a fairly large chest size by American standards while the one on the right was nearly flat but made up for it with nipples that stuck out like large pencil erasers. "I'm Trent," he stated as he paused a few feet from them, thankful the water was now high enough to hide his raging hardon though curious just how tall the women were to be that deep, or maybe they were just on a sandbar. Mermaids Rescue "I'm Helena," said the one on the right, "and this is Sandra. Pleased to meet you Trent. I'm glad to hear you enjoyed the fish. We saw your wreck and figured you could probably use the help." He nodded to Sandra when she was introduced, taking note that she seemed to be the younger of the two as well. Trent also took note of some strange skin folding upon the sides of their necks, wondering at what could have caused it but pushing the thought off for the time being. "So, ummm, sorry to be blunt but is there a chance I could then come to your village?" He had been dying to ask since seeing the women and his hopes had been steadily building since the conversation had started but as soon as he saw the awkward look on Helena's face he knew the answer. "It's...complicated," she responded, "I guess it's best if I show you." With that she was behind him and as he blinked at the speed he felt something slide up his leg and looked down, eyes going wide as he viewed a large fluke where Helena's feet should have been. "We're not...well human exactly. Kind of an offshoot I suppose you could say. Either way, you wouldn't survive coming to where we normally reside." "I...I suppose not then," as he took in the reality of what the two girls were. The thing that amused him a bit was that his cock seemed to strain even more at it, why he wasn't sure all he knew is that it somehow felt kind of good when her fluke brushed against it. When his attention turned for a moment in front of him, he realized that Sandra had moved closer up to him. "So if I may be so bold as to ask, what is it that you two would like with me?" He tried his best to hide the quiver in his voice but it was there, concern over what he'd gotten himself into. "Well..." Sandra slipped up to him, inches away from his front and lifted a hand to slide a finger through the bit of chest hair, "Despite what your legends may say we're not interested in doing harm to you. Instead we thought perhaps you would become some sort of a play partner for us. We've heard stories of others who have gotten the company of human men and are a bit keen to try it ourselves, if you're willing of course and it does seem that you are." She looked down at his length with a grin. His eyes screwed shut for a moment out of surprise at what had just happened, it was like living out of a bad sea story and yet it was very real indeed. They were admittedly rather forward with their intentions, well if they weren't saying it to lure him into a trap. That thought was banished rather quickly, excusing it with the fact that at the moment he was in their element and could presumably kill him at their leisure, or it was his cock talking, but he'd rather believe the excuse. When his eyes opened Helena had joined Sandra and both were currently bobbing in front of him, "So erm, I have to ask, how exactly did you plan to do this? I mean it's not like it seems the plumbing is compatible." The girls laughed and Sandra squealed for a moment at his question before she piped up, "Well there's a few things that could be done that we've witnessed human women do to their male companions on the beach before that doesn't involve that plumbing. Anything else well, you might just be surprised, but we'll come to that cross current when we get there. At first though, if you're okay with it, we'd just like to ummm, touch it." She glanced down to emphasize what it was. "Oh, well umm, of course, I suppose so." Within a couple of seconds he had two pairs of hands reaching over, just caressing over his currently semi-hard member and scrotum. There were a lot of things going through his mind, everything from shock that mermaids did exist to the fact that their soft caresses were quite enjoyable. He listened to them giggle and banter on about how he actually had hair upon his body, just then realizing the only hair on their bodies was atop their heads. When Helena licked her lips and glanced to Sandra, commenting "I'm going to give it a try," Trent felt his hopes skyrocket. The petting had been nice but after a few minutes it was starting to feel like a bit of a tease. True to his hopes, she dived under the water and curled around his legs, her lips meeting the tip of his cock and then taking a couple of inches into her mouth he felt a soft suction. Sandra sidled up to him, smiling, "We watched a human woman do this to a man on the beach and he kept telling her to suck on it. I hope she's doing ok and that maybe you would let me give it a try later as well." She leaned up and gave him a soft kiss, instinctively he wrapped his arms around her back and held her in the kiss. One of his hands crept up and gently cupped her small tit, thumb playing softly with the large nipple. Looking down for a moment he mused about how things had so rapidly changed, a week ago he feared for his life and now he was being blown by a gorgeous mermaid while making out with her friend, things could be a whole lot worse if that was how life was going to go. With that thought in mind, he leaned over and took one of those large nipples in his mouth, sucking hard and caressing it with his tongue. He'd guessed right that despite always being exposed to the elements, Sandra's nipples were about as sensitive as a normal woman's and was rewarded with her body shivering into a small orgasm. By the time that happened, Helena had managed to work a little more than half of his cock into her mouth and was bobbing gently with her tongue pressed up against the bottom, having discovered on accident that he really enjoyed that. He looked up at Sandra and for a moment blushed, "erm ummm, when I umm cum where best should I let it go?" His blush got a bit brighter when she giggled at his question. "You may release your seed in our mouths. We have seen that human men seem to prefer to do this when receiving oral pleasure and are ready for it." She rubbed up against him a bit, "You may also release it on my chest and you may slide your...what do you call it? Oh yes, cock, prick, or dick, between Helena's breasts and coat her face in your seed. Sex, for our kind, is something we embrace." He felt her wrap her forefinger and thumb around the base of his cock and she cooed in his ear as she felt his cum surge past her fingers and into her companion's mouth, "Mmm, I hope you give me an offering nearly this big when it's my turn." When Helena finally surfaced, she licked her lips and grinned at Sandra, "It's a bit saltier than the ocean but not overbearing. I like the way he feels in my mouth, warm and cozy, explains why they seem to like doing it to their men. And it would seem that he found your chest is quite fun to play with." She pointed at a small hickey he'd left next to her nipple. He leaned over and gave Helena a soft kiss, "Thank you." Slowly he leaned back in the water and just floated in the warm lagoon surf while each girl took a side and cuddled up to him. Yes, life was looking up indeed, so what if they were mermaids, they were pleasant company and he rather appreciated the straight forwards nature they had towards sex and it seemed to flow over into their lives. Over the next week he met with the duo each night, enjoying a tryst with them and then a quiet float in the lagoon waters. He realized both gave head to match their personalities, Helena was bolder and always willing to implement new techniques while Sandra was a bit more forceful and most likely could suck a golf ball through a garden hose if she put her mind to it. Most nights the girls were satiated with making him cum once, save the night that Helena allowed him to fuck her tits and cum all over her face, that night Sandra insisted getting to feel a fresh load upon her face as well. He grinned at that memory and wondered what was to occur in the night ahead. He gave each a soft kiss to greet them then leaned back upon his heels, settling into a half crouch with the water up to his chin. Their evening chats had evolved, first from discussing the varying cultures between merfolk and humans into more personal thoughts and occasionally dabbled into the sciences. Trent had found that both were remarkably intelligent and highly interested in all things to do with science and engineering, grasping the concepts readily. It surprised him, considering how their lifestyle sounded simple and almost like stereotypical small town island life. Eventually desires overcame the conversation and he found himself being stroked by both ladies. Helena whispered in his ear, "We were wondering if you would be willing to try something new. Would you be willing to try to mate with Sandra? I would float under your back and help keep your head up while she slips atop of you and guides you in like dolphins mate. There are a set of scales different than the others in the front and she will help you enter her." He looked over at Sandra, noting the hopeful yet worried look upon her face. "Are you sure this will work?" Helena just nodded to him. He moved to rest against Helena, her arms wrapping around him and cradling him against her soft bosom. Slowly Sandra slid her way up him, pausing to give his cock a soft lick, then working her way up to rest where her arse would be against his hip. She gently grasped his member and guided the tip towards her body. He watched as when the tip pressed against her several scales parted to reveal an opening. His arms came up to her chest to gently hold her as she rolled and wiggled to work him within her tight, wet, hot hole. She sunk him right up to the hilt within her and settled against him, just breathing hard. "Ummm ooo I could get used to this," Sandra whispered and grinned to Helena, "You're going to love this feeling. It's tricky but worth it." They worked out a way between the three of them, with Helena pushing a bit from the bottom and Trent using the hold he had around Sandra's torso, he was able to slide in and out of Sandra's tight hole. Once inside he found the feeling to be the same as a human woman's pussy, warm and comforting and being sandwiched between the two made the sensation even more pleasurable to the point where he was almost disappointed when his orgasm struck and he filled the merwoman's waiting womb with his cum. They rocked for a bit in the open water, just having enjoyed the moment together. Sandra pouted a bit when it finally came time for her to disengage and slowly she slipped off of him. Helena held her lower lip between her teeth and looked up at him hopefully, "Is there a chance you think you could do that again? Like you did the other night? I...it would be appreciated greatly." As if she really had to ask, but it did help keep him throbbing hard. As before he was laid gently on his back, this time using Sandra as sort of a cushion and snuggling up against her. He accepted Helena into his arms as she settled down upon his cock, letting her take her time to get comfortable. She had wanted it to go slower, easier than Sandra did and so the trio drifted in the water, rocking with the waves grinning the couple of times that Sandra came from having her nipples rub against his bare back. Helena grasped both Trent and Sandra tight as she felt herself being filled with his cum. They continued to quietly drift in the water into the late night. Come morning Trent woke to the feeling of water lapping at his feet and realized that they must have all drifted off to sleep in the water. Opening his eyes he was surprised to see Sandra still lying next to him and jumped up to get ready to return her to the water lest she dehydrate too much, right up until he realized her fluke was now a pair of long, toned legs. A gasp from behind him caused him whip around just in time to hear Helena exclaim, "Sandra, wake up! Wake up! We're mated!" Trent's jaw just dropped as that phrase could have meant all sorts of things. It took the girls a little while to explain the situation, that is after the both of them had their chances to run along the beach just to see if it was as fun as it had looked. As they took turns explaining, there were very few mermen that were born and so most mermaids had taken to mating with human men. The majority did so more along the manner that the duo had, by befriending stranded sailors though a few had lured and entrapped the men which led to all the legends sailors told each other. When a mermaid had mated she gained the ability to transform her fluke into a pair of legs, though only for a couple of hours a day and she had to keep hydrated. They had theorized that this was an adaptation to make mating with humans easier. Due to the difficulties in finding suitable partners, and those who'd loved the sea were much preferred, their society had come to accept the idea of two or three mermaids joining together to find a mate. The comment of mating didn't necessarily mean that they were with child but more that they had intercourse with a male, of course that meant that Trent was now put on the spot. They further went to explain that the men that had mated with the mermaids had a choice, he could either choose to return with them to the village which was on a small island or live as partners or they would do what they could to help him find his way to rescue. Trent scratched his head, truth be told he didn't have much to return home to, some family but like was becoming more typical these days, they weren't close. He'd also become fairly attached to these two women, who in a lot of ways were more genuine than many of the people he'd known otherwise. A bonus was living a more simple life in a tropical island setting, which was its own bonus and one that he'd been getting quite accustomed to. As he looked at the two hopeful faces, he knew what his decision would be. The girls had both transformed back to their normal figure to tow the makeshift raft back to their island. He'd first been very curious as to how the heck they kept the island off of the radar so to say, but all things considered he figured it best to find that out later. Instead he just watched the shiny rears of the two women he was more or less now mated to as they swam along. Supposedly later there would be a ceremony in the village, something akin to a wedding ceremony for humans but a bit more lax. The island itself had a number of canals carved into its surface, presumably to minimize time spent transformed and to allow the unmated ease of transit. The girls took him to their place, once they'd decided to work together they had moved in to get used to each other. Inside he found smaller versions of the outside canals, yet the place was also setup for anyone who walked. They showed him around the small residence, saving the bedroom for last. Inside Sandra turned and grinned to him, "So uh, we do have one request of you." She climbed out of the water, having already switched to legs, and laid down on a grass mat, spreading her thighs, "What is it they say? Ohhhh yes...eat me." He just laughed, it was only fair for all the head he'd gotten in the lagoon and joined her on the mat, guiding her to kneel over his head while he laid upon his back. Fingers grasped her muscular ass and he dived right into her waiting pussy. It wasn't long until Helena took advantage of the situation and buried his cock deep inside of her. The trio fucked into the late night hours, trying all sorts of positions both with legs and as the night progressed, with tails. They figured out a comfortable way to intertwine with each other in their home, where it wasn't absolutely necessary to have one on the bottom to support him through the act but all agreed they'd rather it be a group effort when possible. By the time the moon was getting ready to set the girls were finally satiated enough to sleep. He crawled onto the grass mat and set himself up with a pillow, turning so that he could watch the two as he drifted off to sleep. It took a surprisingly long time for him to pass out, his mind caught in the thought of how his life had changed and as he looked at the two cuddled together in their sleep he smiled. This was much, much better than laying on the beach in San Diego just watching the women at play.