Mermaid Mayhem [mfff] [gangbang] [mermaids] [reluctant/convinced]

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I’ve watched far too many TV shows of people getting lost at sea. How else could I explain the awful paranoia plaguing me as I set out on a solo fishing trip in the big blue Atlantic? My teeth are chattery as I steer the houseboat towards a system of coves that lies around 400 or so nautical miles from shore. After finding a secure place to hitch up, I stop to send my coordinates home to Sarah. I’m not getting stranded at sea just yet.

The boat is tucked away in a system of shallow coves, almost like an island that was partially swallowed by the sea. In some places, I can stand knee-deep to cast my line. The rest of the area is relatively shallow, considering we’re talking about the ocean.

As a general rule, I’d like to wait for the evening to start fishing, so I decide to fill the gap with a little swimming. The absolute depth of the ocean leaves me a little wary, especially when I peer through the crystal clear water that gradually dims until it’s simply too dark to see what lies below. So, (anyone I know would call me a pussy for this) I decided to wear a life jacket. No one is here to witness my shame, and I’d rather have it and not need it than need it and not have it.

Being pretty athletic, I make quick work of the idle waves and find myself lounging in a deeper part of the water. Though, thanks to my incessant paranoia, I’m constantly checking and rechecking my position in relativity to the boat. I suppose I’m going to be on edge the entire trip, it being my first solo one. I’ve been planning it for quite a while, as my way of celebrating turning eighteen.

I was just staring out towards the sparkling horizon and lazily backstroking towards the boat when something brushed my foot. A panicked little squeak leapt from my throat, and I quickly checked the water around me. Of course, it was probably just a tiny fish– the ocean is known to be inhabited by them, after all.

I rationalize with myself and resume my progress towards the boat, and suddenly I feel a violent jerking on my trunks. They slip from my body, and I’m left completely naked (save for a life vest) in the middle of the ocean. I begin to panic, sure that something sinister is lurking around me. Amongst all the fear though, a small voice is wondering if something is going to bite my dick off. Ouch.

I start high-tailing it back to my vessel‚Äč, pumping my arms and legs as powerfully as I can. I soon realize that I’m not making any progress though, and I take inventory on myself. Did I lose a limb or something? Pretty hard to swim with one leg, I would guess. The guess remains speculation because, upon completion of my inventory, I conclude that: one, I did not lose any limbs, and two, a slender hand has a vice grip on my ankle.

Okay, backtrack time– hand? I trace the offender from fingers to wrist, and learn there’s an arm attached to the thing. Following this, I eventually find a face– a beautiful woman with bobbed red hair and a spattering of light brown freckles. I’m at a loss for words, but she, apparently, is not.

“He’s cute, isn’t he?” Her voice trickles out of her lips and down my spine, bringing a tremor along with it. There’s something highly unsettling about this woman, not even considering the fact that she ambushed me in open waters after seemingly appearing from thin air.

“Fit, black hair, and well endowed… He’s quite the pick, Riele.” A tinkling, sing-song voice responds from behind me, and I whip around to it’s source, finding an athleticly-built brunette floating behind me. As I stare at her dumbfoundedly, another head surfaces, long black hair framing a heart shaped face that bares huge emerald eyes.

“I like him! It’s such a shame he’s going to…” Her doe eyes drift away from my face, and it’s then that I realize something that should have been quite obvious. Firstly, all three of these women were topless. Their full, perfect breasts bobbed in the water before them; each one of them bearing at least a c-cup, though the brunette seemed to be more heavily endowed.

When my eyes traveled down to discover of they were in a similar state below, I found a sight that made absolutely no sense. Glimmering silver tails, their scales reflecting and array of color, quivered in the water beneath these formerly-presumed women. Mermaids…? As far as I had been concerned, they only existed in story books. I was about to call their bluff and end the funny little prank when another detail caught my eye. Along their ribs lay a set of horizontal slits, flexing in the water and exposing a small system of muscles and sharp bones. These women all have gills– this is real, and I’m going to lose my shit.

I was about to utter a classic ‘What the fuck?!’ when I received yet another shock. The hand that used to be clasped tightly around my ankle had been traveling up my leg as I took in the bizarre situation around me. Now, eliciting a gasp on my part, it rested on my balls, gently massaging them as it’s owner stared me in the eyes. The others came closer, running their hands along my body, and it was then that I realized what was going on. These women were sirens– from what I recall, they seduce sailors and then feast on them. If I didn’t get out of this situation, then I would be dead once they’d had their way with me!

“Uhm.. I’d love to s-stay, but I’ve got a wonderful girlfriend at home and you know I’m just not the kind of man to entertain other women and… I should go, right?” My voice breaks, and my shitty attempt at persuasion simply elicits a giggle from Riele.

“How adorable! Ora, get him ready, won’t you?” The black‚Äč-haired siren slips beneath the water as gracefully as she had surfaced it. A second later, I feel a warm, moist sensation on my manhood. I jump in shock, peering down to find Ora’s pouty lips wrapped around the base of my cock. I want to kick my legs violently, get back to the boat and escape this clearly dangerous situation, but I’m effectively trapped. There’s no way I’m risking Ora chomping down upon the execution of my escape plan.

Without my consent, my sap begins to rise, blood rushing downwards and fueling it’s ascent. Soon it stands tall and firm, a mighty oak planted within her throat. Damn my body– I don’t want this! Once they have their way, I’ll be dead! I need a way out of this mess.

No escape plan dawns on me, and I’m soon subjected to another unusual and unwanted sensation. Ora has pulled away from my hard cock, and in turn placed something tight around the base. A cock ring? How in the fuck did three mythical creatures procure one of those? I can feel the circulation being inhibited, trapping blood in my dick and promising to keep me hard for as long as these sirens desired.

Ora surfaces, and giggles, “Now we’re all guaranteed a turn!” She returns to stroking my body, and for a brief second I’m reminded of those ornamental paintings of a king surrounded by his harem. The brunette begins kissing along my neck from behind, her breasts sensually rubbing along my back. Her kisses soon devolve, though, and she’s hungrily sucking hickies into my skin. She pauses, and asks who’ll be going first. Riele chimes that she picked me, and therefore gets me first. I begin to feel disconnected from the situation, shock and fear freezing me.

Riele clings to me to remain floating as she bends and brings her tail to me. About three fourths of the way down is a smooth, discreet crease. The anatomy of her tail reminds me of that of a dolphin or beluga whale, and I errantly wonder if these sirens count as mammals. I guess the system wasn’t necessarily designed to classify myths, though.

Riele takes my hardened manhood in her hand and rubs the tip between the smooth lips of her pussy(?). Easing onto it, she gasps, and affirms to the brunette–who I now learn is named Sarai– that I am, indeed, well endowed. Unsurprisingly, she’s wet, and I can feel the difference between the warm water around us and the hot, viscous juices flowing from her. She tightens and flexes around my cock, using an unknown amount of muscles in her tail to manipulate my cock into drooling for her.

Despite my objections and obvious fear of being consumed, I can’t deny that her pussy is the best I’ve ever had (though, I’ve only fucked one other person, Sarah). The conscious and expert manipulation of her muscles around me pushes me to orgasm swiftly, despite my usual endurance. I see definitely the necessity of the cock ring, because Riele milks me a second time before reaching her own climax.

At this point I’m panting like a dog, and my dick is twitching with waves of pleasure. I wish I could say I’m still interested in the prospect of escaping, but I’ve begun to look forward to what they have planned for me. If I’m going to die, this seems like as good a way as any. Enjoying my last few moments is what should matter. Though I do blanch at the thought of being found floating naked in the ocean with a rigor mortis erection, hopefully they or something else will eat me. So, when Ora decided she’d like her turn, I embraced her, unlike Riele.

Pulling her close, I eagerly take one of Ora’s tits into my mouth and begin to suck. She huffs, a little moan sliding from her mouth as I nibble her nipple lightly. I take initiative and guide my cock into her, grabbing her hips and thrusting deeply. Her face crumples, and she devolves from the seductive temptress to a desperate and slutty mess, moaning and cooing for my cock. I realize, looking at her face twisted with pleasure, that she’s probably my age. I just assumed she was older because of her demeanor, but I can see now that she’s probably as young and inexperienced as I.

She cums, and flips away from me– possibly embarrassed by her display of weakness. With a smirk, I turn to Sarai, saying “It’s your turn, correct?” She swims to me, and I immediately wrap my fingers in her hair, pulling her close and kissing her deeply. She melts into me, and practically whimpers for my dick. I oblige, ramming into her and making quick work of driving her to orgasm. At this point, my dick is beginning to ache and feel raw, but if these women plan to kill me afterwards, I want to make it worth it.

Instead of allowing Sarai to flip away with one wave of her gracefully fanned tail, I keep her firmly planted on my cock as I work her contracting pussy. Ora and Riele roam my body with their mouths and hands, kissing me and enjoying the show. Sarai is moaning loudly, and I can tell she’s eager to cum a second time. Instead of obliging her, however, I pull out and shove her underwater.

Firmly holding her head in one hand, I use the other to smear my cock across her face, delighting when she looks up at me. I can see the slight film over her eyes– a second eyelid, like other aquatic animals– and I marvel at it as I begin to throat fuck her. Unlike Sarah, she doesn’t need to pull off for air, and she even works to swallow around my cock. I shudder, shooting another (undoubtedly light) load into her throat. She surfaces, and tries to mount me again, but this initiates an argument amongst them over whose turn it is.

“Actually, umm… I’m absolutely spent ladies. So, if you’re going to kill me, please me merciful and do it now.” The three mermaids draw a blank, seemingly astonished by my words. Did they think I was too stupid to figure it out?

Ora laughs, saying “Why would we kill you, cutie? You’re a perfect play toy!”

“Oh please, I know you’re sirens. Even you yourself said it’s a shame you’ll have to…”

“A shame we’ll have to let you go! Duh!” She begins to pout, “You thought we were going to kill you? What about your girlfriend? Wouldn’t she miss you?”

The question sends me on another train of thought. Do I tell Sarah? She wouldn’t possibly believe me… And I don’t think she’d take kindly to me cheating on her with three beautiful, athletic women.

“I’ll be out here for a week… Could I interest you all in another session tomorrow?” They titter in excitement, and we head back to the boat so I can finally remove this awful cock ring. I then focus on the concept of whether I could possibly impregnate these mermaids, and what the protocol for that situation would be.

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