Standing in his skiff, awkward from the rocking of the gentle waves, John Marley reeled in the empty hook. Wherever the fish were today, they were not lurking along the ridge line that demarcated this little cove from the ocean. That's where he had expected them to be, but whatever fish were there, they weren't hungry. And so he stowed away his fishing rod, and looked around.

This cove, this little inlet, was like paradise. No more than two hundred feet in width, and perhaps half that in length, and surrounded almost entirely by a broad semicircle beach of fine coral sand. The beach was interrupted by the occasional jutting of igneous rock, dull black against the shockingly bright white sand. Beyond the sandy beach there was thick jungle, which explained the lack of other humans. This tiny speck of an island was nearly impenetrable.

And so, having confirmed that there wasn't a soul in this cove other than himself, he quickly shed his clothes and dived into the crystal blue water, entirely naked and entirely alone. He swam as deep and as far as he could, feeling the coolness flow over him and envelop him like a fluid sheet. He surfaced, gulped, dove, attempted his poor imitation of a breast stroke, then a back stroke, then paused to simply float, his toes just peeking through the water.

As John floated, he heard a noise. He assumed it was a bird, though not like any bird he'd heard before. But there are many birds, and lots of jungle, and he was no ornithologist. He paused to listen, but the sound was gone, perhaps carried away from him by a sudden gust of wind blowing in from the sea. This new bird call was quickly forgotten, and he dove into the water again and swam back to his boat. He dragged the boat up onto the beach, and once there, took out a towel, spread it on the sand, and lay down.

And then he heard the sound again. And this time, it was perfectly obvious what it was.

It was children giggling.

He turned to look in the direction of the sound, and there he saw the faces of two children, two young girls, one five or six years old, the other seven or eight. Their faces were poking over the edge of a large black outcropping of rock some fifty feet away. At the same moment, he heard another sound, drown beneath the children's laughter but still audible. It was a strange high-pitched cry: a wailing, or a keening.

Then John Marley saw the tail fin of an enormous fish rise above the rock behind the children, slap down audibly, and rise again. He marveled at this strange appearance: had these two young girls somehow managed to catch some giant fish? A tuna, or a marlin? And was it this fish that made the strange wailing sound?

And so he stood, and wrapped the towel around his waist, and strode purposefully to them to discover the truth of this odd scene.

"Mommy!" the younger child said, turning to speak to a person behind her that was not visible to John. "He's coming! He's coming over here!"

He admired momentarily the child's fair complexion, her mop of wet dark curls, her round face. And he noticed she was topless. Hardly surprising for a girl her age, but an adorable look.

The older girl, he saw, was watching him advance to their position with an inquisitive smile. "He's handsome!" she said, apparently to this same mother, though not looking away from him to speak. She had flowing golden hair, pulled back around a pale face, round like her younger sister's. And she had a beguiling smile. A smile that spoke of intelligence, excitement, playfulness. Grey eyes, bright and curious, sparkled with merriment in the sunshine. And, he quickly surmised, she was topless, too. Through the loose strands of her golden hair he could see her nipples, small and unerupted, and the lightest pink he had ever known. Nipples the color of delicate coral, of the little buds of wild roses that even here eked out a living among the rocks.

She laughed as he stared, and he laughed, too. He couldn't help himself. He felt like he was under a spell.

At that moment, the children's mother made a sudden appearance, sitting up behind them. He noticed first, immediately, that she was also topless. One breast was fully exposed, and there his eyes fell first, before even looking at her face. He was mesmerized by the beauty of this woman's breast, of medium size and perfectly round, and full, so full that it looked about to burst. The breast was topped with a nipple not unlike those of the older of the children -- coral-pink, soft and delicate. Her nipple was, however, much larger than the girl's, covering the top of her breast and tapering to a thick, glistening teat.

The reason the woman's other breast was not exposed, he now realized, was that she held a nursing infant. One of her arms was wrapped around the baby, and her other hand held her breast, gently squeezing as the child sucked.

Only now did he look at the woman's face. She was nearly identical in appearance to the older of her children -- long golden hair, large bright gray eyes, a wide and happy smile. There could be no doubt that this nursing woman was the mother of the older child, and he could tell that the girl would grow up to look exactly like her mother. His mind filled now with the thought of this woman's adorable daughter, maturing and blossoming into an image of this the beautiful woman.

Having finally absorbed all of this strange scene, this gorgeous topless nursing mother and her two cherub daughters, only now did he realize that the child that nursed at her breast was no ordinary baby. The infant boy had tiny fins, where his feet should be, and a tiny fish's tail where should be his legs, and his tail swayed from side to side in rhythm with his nursing.

"Hello, good sir," the mermaid mother said. For now John Marley understood that surely this is what he beheld before him: a mermaid. A mermaid mother with her brood. The large fish's tail he'd seen before was no fish at all, but belonged to this beautiful woman. To this beautiful nursing mermaid mother.

He made an awkward bow, still not entirely sure what he was seeing. A prank? An amazingly elaborate cosplay?

But no, he knew full well, this was not those things. He knew the truth, that this was real, and that he was in the presence of a mermaid and her family.

The younger of the two girls lifted her tail, and swung it to the side. "Would you like to see me do a back flip? In the air?" the mermaid girl asked him in a charming, childish voice.

He stammered some reply, too late, as the child had already slipped from the rock with a fluid, effortless motion, and slid into the sea. He watched her swimming underneath the surface until she disappeared, too distant, or too deep, for him to see. And then suddenly, twenty yards out, she surfaced, springing lithely from the water, five feet into the air, her slender pale back arching as she completed a flip in the air and entered the water again, head-first with her arms outstretched and her hands together above her head.

"Starfish is such a show-off," the older girl said, but with a kind, sisterly laugh. "She just learned to do that yesterday."

"It's remarkable to see," he answered, enthralled.

"I can do much more," the older girl said, providing no further details. John turned to look at her, but the younger child reappeared at the rock again, and climbed up to them, streaming with water. She grinned and demanded to know if he liked her back flip.

"Yes," he said to the mermaid child, "it was amazing!"

The girl's face lit with a smile. "Thanks! Wanna see it again?" And she dove back into the water.

"She's such a showoff," the older girl repeated herself. "You shouldn't encourage her. She's very vain." But she said this with a laugh.

He began to answer, but his words caught in his throat when he saw the mermaid mother gently extracting her nipple from the nursing baby's mouth. He felt it rude to stare, but he couldn't make himself look away. The baby let out a lamb-like mew, and the mother's unsuckled breast began to flow from anxious anticipation, sweet mother's milk dripping from her teat.

She quickly held the baby to her leaking breast, and the infant latched on and began a vigorous suck. And as he did, the mother made a sweet cooing noise. Singing to her baby, perhaps? The cooing soon became a series of soft, high-pitched moans, and she closed her eyes, and rolled back her head.

The man was captivated, unable to look away. And though he felt rude, he realized he was not the only one who stared -- the older child was watching her mother intently as well. Any possibility that his trance-like state might be broken was dashed, when he saw her now-unattended breast begin to drip creamy milk from the center of its nipple. Then her body began to quiver, and she held the baby tightly as the quivering turned into quakes, and into waves. Her tail thumped on the rock, and she opened her mouth and let put a long, luxurious laugh, and her body shook from the tip of her tail to the top of head, such an emphatic shaking that she had to clutch the baby even tighter.

The younger girl returned from her latest demonstration of her aerial skills and hoisted herself onto the rock. "Did you see my back flip?" she asked John.

But he was still staring at the mermaid mother, who continued her laughter and her convulsions, and he barely registered the child's question.

"Oh, don't worry about Mommy," the girl said. "She's fine. She says it feels good."

The older girl chided her little sister. "He knows what an orgasm is, silly." The mermaid mother had stopped laughing and shaking now, and was simply lying back with her eyes closed, and a happy smile on her face.

"How do you know what he knows?" the younger merchild snapped back at her sister. Then she turned to John. "That's what Mommy calls it. An orgasm. She says it feels good. And it happens every time Scallopshell nurses."

"Scallopshell is the baby's name?" he asked.

"Yes," the older mermaid girl answered. "but we mostly just call him Scallop."

"I'm gonna do another back flip!" the younger girl announced, and she slid into the water again.

"So, we have Scallopshell and Starfish," the man said to the older girl, "but I don't know your name."

"I'm Anemone," she answered.

"Anemone is a beautiful name," John Marley said.

"Thanks! But my friends just call me Annie."

"Oh, then may I call you Annie?" he asked.

The child giggled. Her pale round cheeks turned pink as she laughed, and she said, "Yes!" And then she added, "But I don't know your name."

"I'm John," he answered. "John Marley."

"John's a funny name."

"Why's that?" he asked.

"Because it doesn't describe you. Does Marley describe you? What's a Marley?"

"I'm not sure what a Marley is," he answered. "So, you think a name should 'describe' a person?"

"Yes, of course!" she said. And then she gave a self-satisfied smile. "So we will call you Marlinspike."

"Marlinspike? Why Marlin--" His question ended abruptly when he saw the child's merry twinkling eyes look down, and only then was he aware that he had become erect. Watching her mother orgasm while she nursed her baby was enough to make any man hard, but talking with this adorable topless child, and admiring her coral-pink nipples, contributed even more than her mother to his current state.

He had to agree with the child's choice for his name. Marlinspike indeed. His cock stood up prominently beneath the towel, and threatened to wend its way out, between the edges of the towel and into the open. Embarrassed, he quickly covered it, but this only seemed to make the blushing girl giggle even more.

"Anemone," her mother said, "stop teasing the poor man. Come, John, sit with me. My baby is asleep." As she spoke, she removed the infant from her breast, and he noticed that her breast looked less swollen now. The babe had done his job. Nevertheless, milk dripped from the nipple as she set the baby at her shoulder and began to gently pat his back.

"His name is Marlinspike, Mommy," the child objected. "I'm not teasing, it just is."

The mermother laughed, and while she laughed, she looked at John and nodded her head to the side, again inviting him to sit with her. "Anemone will get what she demands. She's very good at that. We may as well accept that your name is Marlinspike now."

John laughed as well, and climbed onto the rock to sit next to the mother. "And your name?" he said to her.

"She's Mommy!" Anemone said. "But her real name is Angelray."

"Angelray?" John Marley -- John Marlinspike -- said. "Another pretty name!"

The woman laughed, then moved the baby from her shoulder and cradled him gently while he slept.

Far out in the cove, the youngest of the girls was doing back flips in the air; nearer, the older girl was looking at him with a smile, and next to him the mother held her baby in her lap. He was a plump little thing, well-fed and content. John marveled at the scene, amazed. How was it that he had come to be so lucky, to be in such a magical moment as this?

"Your towel," Angelray the mermaid mother said. "It isn't necessary. I know you humans see things differently, but we merpeople never wear clothing, and there is no reason at all for you to be shy."

"Well..." he objected passively, wanting what little barrier the towel provided between his embarrassingly engorged cock and the staring eyes of the mother, and her daughter.

"Come, John Marlinspike. We wish to see." And Angelray reached out a hand, and pulled the towel away.

"It's just Marlinspike, Mommy, not 'John Marlinspike,'" Anemone said. As she spoke, she stared right at his cock with a little smile. "See? He is Marlinspike! It's the perfect name for him!"

The mother laughed, and stared for a moment at his cock as well. "I do agree with Anemone," she said. And then she looked up at his face, smiling. "It's been a long time since I've touched a human cock. I wasn't much older than Anemone, the last time. Would you mind if I...?"

"No," John Marlinspike answered, and the mermaid mother wrapped a hand around his cock and began to give a gentle stroke.

Almost immediately, Anemone climbed closer to them, so that she was at John's feet. She sat, intently watching her mother's hand. John groaned, and whether because there was some sort of mermaid magic at work, or Angelray was just particularly good at what she was doing, he felt himself already near to orgasm.

"Mommy," Anemone said, "do you think I could try?" Before Angelray had answered, the child was already reaching out her hand, and a moment later, her hand and her mother's had traded places, and he felt cool little inexperienced fingers wrap around his cock and slowly begin to slide.

The girl was certainly not as talented, or perhaps not as magical, as her mother, but it didn't actually matter. The older mermaid had brought him to the brink, and the daughter was too adorable to stem the pending tide. And shortly after she'd wrapped her little hand around him, he grunted and groaned and began erupting.

Anemone, leaning over him and watching closely as it happened, took the first shot square in the face, striking her between the eyebrows and finishing, rather emphatically, on her nose. She shrieked with laughter, and giggles broke out on either side of him, both from the mother, and from the younger girl. For only now did he realize that Starfish had returned from her aerobatics exhibition, and was leaning her cherub face on her arms as she sat, half in the water, half on the rock, watching the proceedings.

Anemone managed to escape the next few shots, though her hand got quite messy by time his orgasm was done. She lifted the hand away when he had finished, and looked inquisitively at his sticky cum, spreading her fingers to watch his semen spread like webbing between them.

"Did you see?" Starfish asked him, before he'd had a chance to catch his breath. "Did you watch? Did you see how many back flips I did? I did a whole bunch!"

He did his best to smile at the younger merchild, and reached his towel out to Anemone. Then he managed to say to Starfish, "Yes, it was amazing."

"I know!" the youngster answered. "Isn't it though?!"

Anemone declined his offer of the towel, choosing instead to slide gracefully off the rock into the water to clean her face and hands. Scallopshell began his mewlings, and the mother rocked him in her arms, and the baby settled down again except for his little arms, waving in the air with his hands balled into fists, and his little tail flapping.

Smiling down at her baby, she said to John, "It's nearly dinnertime, do you have plans? Would you like to dine with us?"

"Yes! Dine with us, Marlinspike!" Anemone cried, having surfaced in the water.

"What will you be eating?"

"Fish! Like we always do!" Starfish provided the answer.

"Oh, good! I've got some tackle in my boat." He stood and wrapped the towel tightly around his waist and set off down the beach to his boat. Once there, he pulled on a pair of shorts, grabbed his poles and tackle, and trudged back up the white coral sand to the rock.

When he returned, there were already two fish flapping in a puddle on the rock. The mermaid girls stood guard around them, watching closely to make sure they didn't manage an escape.

"Look! We caught two fish!" Starfish said.

Anemone, meanwhile, squinted up into the sun at him. "What's that?" she asked, pointing at his fishing poles.

"These? These are my fishing poles," he answered.

"You catch fish with those?" she asked, sounding skeptical.

Their mother gave a joyful laugh. "Yes, children, this how humans catch fish. Why don't you show us, John?"

"His name is Marlinspike, Mommy," Anemone reminded her.

"Oh yes, Marlinspike. Marlinspike, why don't you show us how humans catch fish?

"Okay," he said. The girls watched intently as he chose a fishing pole, baited the hook, then cast out into the middle of the cove. He let the bait sink into the water for a few moments and then began slowly reeling it in. The girls were noticeably disappointed when he had retrieved the bait and hook, and there was no fish attached. But he cast it back into the middle of the cove and repeated the process. When he again reeled in a fishless hook and cast a third time, the younger girl spoke up.

"Why are you doing it there? That's not where the fish are."

"Oh?" John said. "Where are the fish?"

"They're all over here," Starfish said, pointing to an area not far away, near a large cliff of black rock.

He quickly reeled in the hook and cast it to the spot that the girl was pointing to. Almost immediately upon the bait hitting the water, he felt the tell-tale tug of a fish, taking the bait. He jerked the pole to set the hook, and the girls clapped and laughed as they watched him reel in the fish.

"Look, Mommy!" Starfish exclaimed, "he caught a fish!"

The nursing mother laughed. "He did!"

The girls were eager to have the fish join the others in their puddle, and stood with grasping hands while he removed the hook, then took possession of it and set it gently in the puddle.

"Well, this looks like a fine meal," John said. "I will build a fire, and clean and roast them."

"Clean them?" Starfish said. "Are they dirty?"

"Roast them?" her older sister said. "Why would you do that?"

The mother mermaid laughed. "Girls," she said, "tonight we shall have fish prepared the way that humans do!"

The girls squealed with laughter at the prospect of it, but looked none to pleased when the man hooked their fish to his stringer and took them away.

When he returned, some twenty minutes later, with three large golden-roasted fish skewered on a stick, the girls eyed the meal suspiciously. But once they'd had their first nibble, they set to eating the fish with great enthusiasm while John sat next to the mermaid mother, now cradling the once-again sleeping infant, and the two of then together enjoyed the third and largest of the fish.

"That was really yummy," Starfish declared, wiping grease from her mouth with the back of her hand.

"It was!" Anemone agreed, giving the man a sweet smile.

"I'm glad you liked it!" John replied. He gathered up the carcasses and took them away to toss them over a hill.

As he returned, he couldn't help but overhear a conversation between the older girl and her mother, and he paused behind a rock to listen.

"Mommy," Anemone said, "do you think I'm ready? Tonight?"

"Oh, Anemone," the mermaid mother answered, in a caring voice. "You are so young!"

"But I'm ready! You know I am Mommy."

"But it's so hard, little one," the woman answered gently. "You will need to maintain it for so long, and that is hard, especially when you feel stress."

"I won't feel stress, Mommy!" Anemone said. "I want to do it. It'll be fun! You've always told us that it's fun."

The mother mermaid laughed her joyous laugh. "Yes, indeed, it is! But it can hurt, when you're so young."

At this moment, John decided that it was wrong of him to eavesdrop any longer, so he cleared his throat and began a conversation with Starfish.

"Have you done any back flips recently?" he asked the younger mermaid girl.

"No!" the child mermaid answered. "Do you want me to? I will!"

Before he had a chance to reply, Anemone began a separate conversation with him. "Mommy says I'm too young, but I think I'm ready. What do you think, Marlinspike? You think I'm ready, right?"

Once again, before he could answer, the mermaid mother laughed her happy laugh. "Do not harass the man, dearest," she said to her daughter. "John, welcome --"

"Marlinspike, Mommy!"

"Marlinspike," she corrected herself merrily, laughing at her child's silly interruption, "welcome back. I shall explain."

But before she could begin her explanation, Anemone continued with her point. "I started like a month ago. At first it only lasted a minute or two, but it lasts longer now! And tonight is a full moon, so my magic will be strongest!"

"Your magic?" John asked the girl.

"Yes, my magic will be strongest, right? Because it's a full moon."

"And what do you do with your magic?" he asked the child.

A littler voice answered from further away on the rock. "She becomes human!" Starfish said. "I can't do it yet but Mommy says in a couple years I will."

"Becomes human?" he responded, bewildered.

"It's not fair that I can't yet," the younger girl continued, without taking note of his confusion. "Anemone gets to have sex with you, but I don't!"

"Gets to have...?"

"Girls!' the mermaid mother merrily intervened. "John Marlinspike, come and sit by me and I will explain. Girls, you run off and play."

John, and the girls, did as the woman commanded.

"Anemone is but a child," the woman said, once she saw that the girls had both dived underwater.

"Yes..." he said.

"And she has not come into her magic fully."

John nodded, more for form than because he understood.

"Though it is true," the woman said thoughtfully, "that the moon is full tonight."

"Yes, it is true," he answered, finally confident of his knowledge of something.

"Now, John Marlinspike, I'm sure you're aware that mermaids can mate both with mermen, and with humans."

"Well..." he said, completely unaware of this or any other facts about mermaid mating. Or anything about them at all, for that matter.

"But to mate with humans, we must perform a spell under the moonlight, to transform."

"Transform?"

"Yes, because, you see..." She looked down at her lower torso. "In mermaid form, we don't have the right parts for a human male."

"Ah, yes," John said, beginning to understand.

"Long ago, John Marlinspike, the merpeople weren't merpeople yet. We were humans, just like you. Then one of the merpeople discovered the magic that would allow him to become a merman, and all his village transformed, and took to the sea. The magic was such that they could not change back, and they did not mind. They were merpeople forever, and their offspring, too, and this was the life they loved."

John Marlinspike nodded, amazed at her tale.

"Much later, a mermaid discovered magic that allowed her to transform back into human form, but only temporarily, and only when the moon is shining. And since her time, many mermaids have learned her magic as well."

Angelray paused, and smiled at John, waiting to see if he had any questions. Then she continued. "It is only when we transform, that we can mate with humans. But Anemone's magic is young, and it is difficult for a child to transform long enough to mate. Although in Anemone's case, one needn't say 'mate,' for she will not be fertile for several years. No magic can change that."

"No?" he made what seemed a necessary reply.

"Now I know, John Marlinspike, that among you humans, many believe that a seven year old is too young for sex."

"Well..." John Marlinspike answered. And as he did, he thought about the name that Anemone had given him, and how the name indeed fit well. His marlinspike had swollen to full erection at the thought of adorable Anemone, the angel child with the cherub face, naked and lying under him with newly-human legs spread wide, while he slid his cock in and out of her.

"Merpeople hold no such opinion about our children," the woman said. "We are old-fashioned in that way. Anemone will have sex with many merman before she reaches her fertility. It is commonplace among us."

"I see." Indeed he did see; in his mind's eye he saw Anemone, having sex with many men, mermen and humans alike.

"But mermaid children have few opportunities to have sex with human males, and as you saw earlier, she is an inquisitive child when it comes to sex. And I believe that her curiosity is good and should be rewarded. That is the way of the merpeople."

John nodded, speechless at the thought of what the woman was proposing.

"So," the woman continued, "if you wish, I believe that Anemone may be right -- with tonight's full moon, she may be able to transform long enough to have sex with you."

"I..." He was still unable to formulate words.

"But if you do not wish, then I will tell Anemone that it will not happen, not tonight at least."

"No!" he answered. "Or, yes! I do wish for it to happen! Tonight!"

The woman smiled graciously. "Human men often respond that way, when they realize that they have this opportunity. The men I had sex with as a child certainly did."

"I'm sorry, it's just..."

The merwoman laughed. "John Marlinspike, do not apologize! I only say this to note that you humans may not object to seven year olds having sex, nearly as much as you pretend you do!"

"Perhaps you're right," he answered, absolutely certain that she was right.

"But," she added, "I must ask for one thing in return."

The man felt disappointment setting in. There's a catch. There's always a catch. His mind raced, imagining what demands a mermaid might make of a human in exchange for sex with her daughter. Will he need to transform himself into a merman? Permanently? Will they castrate him and use his balls in some mermaid spell? Or something even worse?

"Yes?" he answered measuredly, to mask his concern.

"You must also mate with me," the mermaid mother said.

"Ma'am?" he said, stunned.

"My babe is two months now, and I begin to feel the pangs of desire. And I must admit," the woman paused, then gave a little smile, "sex with a human is a much finer thing than with a merman, and it has been so long for me."

"Yes. Yes, if course, I agree!" he said.

The mermaid mother laughed. "I thought you might, John Marlinspike!"

At this moment, he saw the two mermaid children, a long distance out to sea, performing back flips together in the air. And indeed he saw that Anemone was able to do much more than back flips, as she'd hinted to him earlier. She corkscrewed into the air like the greatest aerialist in history, then pirouetted, paused for a moment at the apex of her flight, and somersaulted back into the sea.

She was, indeed, a magical girl. And John Marlinspike was enraptured.

The girls sat at the shore, up on their elbows in the shallows, faces leaning in their hands, their tails swaying behind them in the water as the gentle waves of the cove rolled in. Behind them the sun was a bright orange ball nearly touching the horizon of the ocean. The sky was lit in pink, and the black rock around the beach glowed as if it was lava once again.

The girls were watching intently as John Marlinspike spread a blanket on the sand and positioned a rock at each corner to keep it in place. The mermaid mother sat placidly on the beach nearby, nursing her baby.

When he finished, John walked to the girls and knelt down into the water between them. Starfish giggled and swam away, but Anemone stayed and looked up at him with a nervous, but accepting, smile.

He felt the need to say something to her, given that they were supposed to have sex in an hour or two, but everything that came to his head seemed silly, unimportant, unworthy of the moment. And so he did the only thing he could think to do, and he leaned down to kiss the merchild. But her face was at an awkward angle, as she was still on her elbows with her chin in her hands, and he tipped over into the water in the effort. Anemone shook with laughter, and she took his arm and pulled him into the water, still laughing as she did.

He was surprised at how lithe she was compared to him, and once she had them in a few feet of water, she slid her hand down to his, and they held hands as she swam into deeper water still. John, hardly a talented swimmer, had no choice but to hold on and let her pull him. Soon she stopped, and let go of him, and John found that she had taken him to the perfect depth where he could stand with the water up to his chest. She floated in front of him with a broad smile and round pink cheeks. She shook her head, and wet strands of blond hair fell down her back.

As if compelled by magic, he reached out and took the child in his arms and pulled her into him, and they kissed. She leaned back when the brief kiss was done, her cheeks even pinker now.

"I'm so excited!' she said. She certainly looked excited; flushed cheeks, a big grin.

John's excitement was showing, too, though well below the water line. "I am, too!" he nevertheless confirmed.

"Really?!?" Anemone said, "Why are you excited? You have sex with humans all the time!"

"Yes, but..."

"And grownups humans, too, not just little girls who don't know what they're doing."

John laughed. "Grownups? None of them are as sexy as you, Annie."

"Sexy?" she said, with the cutest smile ever to grace the sea, dimples forming in her chubby pink cheeks.

"That's right, sexy!" He pulled her in closer and kissed her once again.

"So," the pink-cheeked girl said, "you're not just doing this 'cause Mommy said she would mate with you, after?"

John laughed again. "No! I like your mama fine, but I like her daughter even better."

As she looked up at him, smiling, and as he leaned down and their lips met again, the orange sliver of the sunset disappeared below the ocean, and a pale full moon was now visible.

They kissed there for a very long time. Anemone put her hands on his chest, and he did the same to her chest with his. As their tongues flirted in her mouth, he petted and pinched her nipples, and she mimicked his behavior on him.

When eventually they broke their kiss, the sun was gone and the sky was a deep dark blue, and the moon lit the cove in a pale shimmering glow. Anemone was smiling with an electric sparkle in her eyes, and then she took his hand and they walked together to the shore. And, yes, they walked, for as soon as they were in shallow enough water for the merchild to stand, she stood, and they walked. Her magic had worked and she was now a seven year old human child.

When they reached the shore, John dropped his shorts, and he was Marlinspike again.

The girl walked unsteadily to the blanket, legs wobbling like a newborn foal, and her delightful pale rump wobbled with them.

When the child was standing on the blanket, she turned and faced John, and the naked seven year old girl smiled with a look of nervous excitement. John's eyes fell involuntary to her pussy; her pubic mound was pale and pronounced, and just visible in the silver moonlight was the beginning of the cleft between her lips.

He knelt in front of her as the little girl stood before him, and began to kiss her neck, and her chest, and then her nipples, flat against her chest. He sucked the first one in, fingers rolling over the other, and nibbled at the tiny nub. Then he moved down to her belly, to her belly button, and down further still.

She began to tremble when his lips kissed her pubic mound, then let out the sweetest little coo when his tongue lapped at what it could of her little slit before it disappeared between her legs.

He looked up at her. "Lie down," he said, "and spread your legs."

She did as John instructed, and he paused for just a moment to absorb the sight before him. The naked child that lay on the blanket was adorable: blonde, still-wet strands of hair around around chubby face with moon-sparkling eyes, a little nose, and a nervous, uncertain smile. Her chest was pale and thin, her nipples glowing coral pink in the moonlight. Her legs, spread open now, were so pale that they themselves seemed to glow with some internal, magical light, and they were new and young and child-like. And then, between her thin pale legs, where they met, was the most precious pussy John Marlinspike could ever have imagined. A pronounced mound, leading to a little slit, her lips parting slightly to show a tiny hole that led to sweet, pink insides.

And John leaned down between her legs and set his lips on her little pink slit, and licked her little hole.

Anemone arched her back and lifted her ass in the air and let out the most adorable moan, high in pitch and breathy-soft, and the little seven year old newly-human mermaid ground her pussy into her lover's mouth.

She tasted of the sea. She smelled of the ocean. She was delicate and soft, and he lapped and lapped at her.

While John knew that their time together was limited by the weakness of her child's magic, he could not bring himself to stop kissing and licking her. The orgasmic child was just too delightful. All he wanted was for her to cum. And cum she most certainly did, several times, her new legs shaking as she ground into him and gave her high-pitched moan.

Eventually he sensed she'd had enough, and he sat back. She let out a long girlish sigh as she settled her ass back down onto the blanket, and John moved into place. He gripped his cock and directed it down as he knelt between her wide-open legs. She looked up at him, her face filled with mixed with emotion, from the happy exhaustion of her orgasm, to the nervous excitement of her role in their forth-coming carnal act. His cockhead made contact with her slit, and she exhaled loudly, closed her eyes, and leaned her head back in anticipation of his entrance.

He spent a moment just enjoying the warmth of her wet lips, then moved his head up and felt the stiffness of her overstimulated clit against his hole. And then he pushed his cockhead down to her opening. He leaned over her, supporting himself on one hand, leaned down further and kissed her. She opened her little mouth to allow his tongue inside, and at that same moment, he pushed his cock into her tiny hole -- so tiny that he was sure his thick cockhead could not possibly fit inside her.

But John's Marlinspike had some experience with virginity. He had taken a few cherries in his life, though, certainly, never before one this small, nor this young. But the principle proved the same -- forceful determination, a repeated increase, then lessening, then increase again, of the pressure he exerted on her cherry. And soon he felt her opening to him.

When finally his head pushed through her maidenhead, the little human mermaid child turned her face to the side, and tears flowed down her cheek. He leaned over and kissed her forehead, tears of his own now beginning to flow.

"I'm sorry if I'm hurting you, Anemone," he whispered. But even as he spoke, he began to move, to pull his hips back and slide them forward, and his cock burrowed deeper into the young child's tiny canal.

Eventually Anemone managed to turn her head to him and smile, her tears now done and drying. And she lifted her new legs, everything about her seemed so new, so fresh and young, inexperienced and virginal. She lifted her new legs awkwardly into the air and her little feet around his back, and they made love.

He did not go deep. He merely allowed himself to slide no more than a few inches into her, then back, then in again, and he continued this copulation for several minutes until he began to pant, and felt himself begin to boil.

"Anemone!" he groaned, lifting his head into the air as he began to cum.

The girl laughed. She laughed!

A joyous sound, a happy girl, so glad to have a human man inside her.

And as his first shot fired into her, he heard another laugh, and another, and even a third, and he realized that he and Anemone had an audience. At the shore sat her little sister Starfish, watching with a giggling grin, and near to her, the mother mermaid and her babe, both of them laughing as well, the infant making a silly gurgling sound from an open toothless smile.

When John was finished with his orgasm, he pulled out of the child. But whether from mermaid magic, or from the excitement of the moment and the hormones flowing through him, he did not soften. As if acting solely on instinct, he hesitated not a moment, and grabbed the child by the hips, flipped her over, and lifted her ass into the air.

Anemone giggled. "Marlinspike," she laughed, "will you fuck me again?!?"

He answered, but not with words. His answer was to slide his cock back into her.

Seven year old Anemone was open now, no longer virginal at all, but used, distended, hot and wet. Oh so very wet.

And now, John Marlinspike no longer treated her so gently. He drove in deep. And she laughed, and laughed, and her little sister laughed, and the mermaid mother and the babe laughed too, and John Marlinspike fucked the little girl again.

When he finished and had pulled out of her tiny hole again, the mermaid mother spoke.

"It seems I must wait to mate with you, John Marlinspike," she said. "For you have drained yourself into my daughter entirely."

"He did, Mommy!" young Anemone said. "I felt it! It was so warm and gooshy!"

"It is a nice feeling, isn't it, when a human male cums in you?" her mother said.

"It is! I love it! You were so right, Mommy, it's wonderful!"

John then helped the precious little girl to her feet, and hand in hand together they walked into the ocean to clean her. As they both washed her with their hands, he felt her legs begin to fuse, and a moment later she was no longer in human form. When they returned to the shore, she swam, a mermaid child once again, and joined her sister.

John built a fire then, and the mermaid family joined him around it, and they told stories.

"Once there was a porter who worked for a mining company," John began a tale from his youth.

"What's a porter?" Starfish asked.

"Shh!" Anemone scolded her little sister. "Let him tell his story!"

"A porter is a man whose job it is to carry things, like lunch for the miners," John explained. "And this was a very poor man. Being a porter for miners paid so little."

"Oh!" Starfish cried. "That's not fair! He does important stuff!"

"Shh..." Anemone scolded to her little sister again. "Tell the story, Marlinspike!"

"And then one day, there was a collapse in the mine, and all the miners were stuck inside, behind a giant pile of rubble. And the porter worked furiously to clear the rubble, and eventually opened a hole large enough to pass through the food and water to the men trapped beyond."

"Yay!" the girls exclaimed.

"And when the miners were free, they demanded that the company pay the man a tribute for his bravery. But the company refused, and so the miners put gold nuggets in their pockets when they found them, and gave the nuggets to the porter, and he became a very wealthy man."

"Hooray!" Starfish said.

"I'm glad," Anemone said. "He deserved it. That was a good story. Is it true?"

"It was told to me that it was true," John Marlinspike said, "but I don't know for sure."

"Well, I think it's true," Anemone said. "I want it to be true, so it is."

"Oh? Is that how it works?" John asked her.

"It is!" the sweet girl said. "I wanted to become a human long enough to have sex with you, and then I did!"

"Good point," John conceded. "And the same is true of me for you. I wanted to have sex with you, and I did! And it was beautiful."

She beamed. "It was!" She turned to her mother. "Mommy, you should tell Marlinspike the story of the ferryman."

"My daughters," the mother mermaid gently said, "it is past your bedtime, and John Marlinspike and I have some business to attend to."

"But Mommy!" Anemone said, with the self-assured assertiveness that one finds in certain girls her age. "We know what 'business' you mean to do, and we want to watch you do it! And besides, someone needs to hold Scallop while you mate."

"Well, that is true," the mermaid mommy conceded.

Anemone grinned at the success of her argument. "Then I will tell Marlinspike the ferryman story while you get ready, Mommy. And I'll hold Scallopshell."

The mermaid mother gave her daughter a sweet smile, then handed the baby to the girl and disappeared into the water. The boy clearly loved being held by his sister and began a happy cooing while he listened to her tell her story.

"There was a ferryman," she began. "Do you know what that is?"

"Yes," John answered, "a man who operates a ferry."

"Right! So this man drove a ferry. Piloted it or whatever. Across these two islands."

"Between these two islands," Starfish corrected her. And she wasn't the only one who helped Anemone with her tale; the baby cooed along, adding significant details that only he could understand.

"Between these two islands," Anemone replied. "And it was a super boring job, back and forth all day. But then one night, when he was all done and, oh yeah, there was a full moon, and he was all done being a ferryman and going to put the boat away when he saw a mermaid!"

"Oh!" John exclaimed, bringing giggles from the girls, and coos from the baby in Anemone's arms.

"Did I mention it was a full moon that night?" Anemone asked.

"Yes!" Starfish answered.

"Okay. It was a full moon, and he saw a mermaid, and --"

"Mommy tells this story lots better," Starfish said.

"Fine!" Anemone said. "You tell it then!"

"So," Starfish took up the tale, "the mermaid used her magic to transform into a human --"

"It was the first time anyone had done that," Anemone interjected. "She invented the magic, right then."

"Yes, she did," Starfish agreed with an air of authority. "So then she and the ferryman mated."

"The story's supposed to be lots sexier than that," Anemone objected. Starfish stuck her tongue out at her sister. The older girl looked at John, then continued the tale: "When Mommy tells us the story, she says the mermaid walks out of the water, and she's streaming with water all over her body."

As the girl recited her mother's words, the mother mermaid arose from the water in human form, and began to walk towards the shore. Water did indeed stream from her body, rivulets of water flowing down from her hair and face and cascading like two miniature waterfalls from her nipples.

"The ferryman stared as the human mermaid stood before him..." Anemone said.

And the mother mermaid stood before him, and John Marlinspike stared.

Angelray was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, a title that until two seconds earlier had belonged to her seven year old daughter. She had the same long wet strings of blond hair as her daughter, and they framed a very similar face; round-cheeked, shining eyes, a merry smile.

But John Marlinspike's eyes did not linger long on the mermother's face. Perhaps it is rude for a man's attention to fall so quickly to a woman's breasts, but John Marlinspike can be forgiven. Because there before him were the sexiest breasts he'd ever seen, taut and round and full and topped with thick pink nipples, and the streaming water made her nipples stiffen as he stared, turning into hard, bullet-shaped nubs standing out an inch above her breasts. And as he stared, she reach up and cleared the wet strands of hair from her face, and this caused her breasts to tighten more and stand erect, and caused her nipples to point up to the sky, and they glimmered as they reflected the moonshine's sliver glow.

Having fully engulfed the vision of her breasts, his eyes fell down, following her thin muscular belly to a pair of womanly hips that spoke of childbearing, and long shapely legs, with none of the childlike unsteadiness that her daughter in human form had shown.

And where her legs met was a patch of dark blond hair, as wet as the hair atop her head, and streaming with water like her nipples.

"...and he was in love," Anemone continued her narration of the story.

"Indeed," John Marlinspike assented to this.

"And his penis got hard!" Starfish giggled, pointing at John's erection.

All three of the mermaids -- the children and their mother in human form -- laughed. But at the appearance of their mother, the baby in Anemone's arms began to fuss, and the sound of his mewling caused his mother's breasts to respond in the most delightful way; the water having finished streaming down her body, her nipples now began to stream with something else, drops of mother's milk forming at the center of her teats, then flowing down.

The mermaid mother walked to her daughter, full breasts swaying, and took the mewling babe from her and held him to a breast.

"Would you mind, John Marlinspike," she said, her voice breaking with a breathy moan as the child latched on and began to suck, "if I nurse my baby while we make love?"

"I wouldn't mind at all," he answered.

"And I have two breasts," she said, smiling, then moaning again from a powerful suck, "if you might want to join little Scallop, and nurse at my other tit."

"Yes!" Anemone exclaimed. "Nurse on Mommy's titty, Marlinspike! It tastes so good!" Starfish joined in her excitement, clapping and giggling.

"I think I'd like that very much," he said.

"Yay!" both the mergirls shouted.

Smiling broadly, their mother knelt onto the blanket, then sat, then lay down on her back. And as she did, she spread her long and luscious legs, revealing a dripping human-mermaid pussy, pink and open and shining wet in the moonlight.

John Marlinspike lay down next to her, and lifted his head above her, and as he did, the woman cupped a hand around her unused breast and lifted the leaking nipple to him. She arched her back as he wrapped his lips around it, and moaned, and instantly his mouth was filled with the warm sweet nourishment of her breast. He did not even need to suck; the breast was so full that her milk expressed without any action on his part, and when she squeezed the tit, it squirted so much milk that he couldn't swallow it all, and it leaked out around his lips.

"Doesn't it taste good?!?" Anemone exclaimed. He looked up at the girl, but could not respond, unwilling to break contact with the nipple.

Then he reached his hand down between the merwoman's legs, and slipped two fingers into the warm wet folds of her vagina, and she arched her back even more, and she moaned again and her long legs began to shake.

"Oh!" she groaned, "Oh, fuck me, John Marlinspike! Fuck me now!"

"Yes!" rang a chorus of little girl voices from the shore nearby. "Fuck her, Marlinspike! Fuck Mommy now!"

And so, without removing his mouth from her expressing breast, and trying hard to not disturb the baby at her other breast, he climbed atop her, and slid his now-aching cock into her anxious, open cunt.

The woman instantly began to cum, waves of wetness like an excited ocean flowing out of her, and her breastmilk exploding into his mouth. The audience of merchildren clapped and cheered excitedly as he began to fuck her, settling a slow and gentle pace so as to not disturb the nursing baby. But the baby was distracted by his sisters, and pulled away mid-suck, giving his toothless smile and his cooing giggle, to join in their fun. John Marlinspike lifted his head as well, partly from the joy of the baby's laugh, though partly also from his own sudden surge of hormones at the glorious hotness of the woman's puss. The result of the two of them disengaging was that her breasts continued to spurt out milk, much of it landing on the baby, and on John.

Anemone crawled up and took the baby from her mother, then sat right next to the copulating couple and held the boy so that he was facing out, and could watch as well. Starfish joined, and now all three of the mermaid children were right there, only a foot or two away from the adults as John Marlinspike, now free of worrying about the baby any longer, was able to begin fucking the woman much harder now, driving his thick cock as deep as he could go, his balls slapping up against her.

"Oh, John!" the woman shouted, to much giggles from the girls, the baby boy giggling along with his sisters. "Oh, fuck! You have the greatest cock! You have the most spectacular balls!"

"He does, doesn't he, Mommy?" Anemone said. "I love his cock and his balls so much!"

"I do, too!" Starfish piped up with her opinion on the matter. The baby cooed, with what could reasonably be considered his assent as well.

"But you wouldn't know, really," Anemone asserted to her little sister. "Because you haven't been fucked by him."

Starfish stuck her tongue out at her sister again, and then said, "But I will, as soon as I'm old enough to do the magic. Right, Marlinspike? You'll fuck me as soon as you can, right?"

Their mother laughed, in between grunts as the man drove his cock into her. "Children," she said, "you're distracting the poor man."

"No we're not, Mommy," Anemone said. "He likes to talk about fucking little girls! Don't you, Marlinspike?"

John laughed, too. "Yes I do!" he said. "It's a favorite topic of conversation!"

And then all of them laughed. The mother, the girls, the baby, and John; they all laughed as they sat together on the blanket in the shimmering silver moonlight while John and the mermaid mother made love.

And they laughed and they giggled, and they giggled and they laughed, until John Marlinspike made one final emphatic grunt, and the mermother herself shook and moaned, and shouted, "Cum inside me, John Marlinspike! Put your baby inside me!"

And the girls echoed their mother: "Come inside her, Marlinspike! Put your baby in her!"

And John Marlinspike did just that. He came. He exploded. He fired his sperm deep into the mother mermaid's womb, and the woman shook and moaned and she cupped her breasts, and squeezed, and milk spurt out onto his chest, and she came.

She came with him; they came together; the children laughed, the baby cooed, and the lovers came.

"You did it, Marlinspike!" Anemone said as John dismounted. "You put your baby in Mommy!" The girls were both clapping and the baby was cooing.

"Well..." John started to answer.

But the mermother laughed, and said "I hope so!"

"I know it, Mommy!" the girl insisted. "It's just like in the story of the ferryman. That's what happens in the story of the ferryman," she said, addressing John now. "The mermaid gets pregnant and has the ferryman's baby."

"But I believe that in that story," the mermaid mother said, "they mated more than once."

"They did," Anemone said, with definitive authority.

Suddenly John realized that he hadn't begun to soften. Just like with Anemone, some mermaid magic was at work, and he was still erect.

"I believe you like it from behind?" the mermaid mother said, with a moonlit twinkle in her eyes. "That's how you liked Anemone, for her second time."

"Yes, Mommy, from behind!" Anemone cheered.

And so the mermaid mother rolled over and onto her hands and knees, her full breasts hanging down from her chest and still dripping with milk.

And John Marlinspike took his place behind her. It was the loveliest sight he's ever seen, the merwoman's ass was as pale as the moonlight, and as full as her breasts. As he stared, she slide her knees apart, and her cheeks spread, and her little pink asshole appeared. He licked his finger, then reached down, and pushed it in.

"Oh yes!" the mermaid mother moaned, and the children cheered or cooed, depending on their age.

And with his finger now deep in her ass, he slid his cock into her pussy. She was sloppy wet and wide open and he was inside her to his hilt in one quick motion. He immediately began to fuck her hard, slamming in and out and sliding his finger in her ass as well. The mermaid mother dropped down to her elbows and grabbed her breasts and began to twist and pull her nipples, and a moment later her milk was flowing, steaming out with each pinch and pull of her nipples.

"Oh, Marlinspike!" she moaned. "You fuck me so well!"

The children laughed and giggled and cooed, and their mother joined them, giggling while she was cock-and-finger double teamed. And John Marlinspike had no choice, he joined in the merry scene, laughing out load when he ejaculated into her again.

The little family of merpeople were very tired. It was late for the girls, and the baby was sound asleep in his sister's arms. The infant was soon set down to sleep, and nearby the rest of them were fast asleep as well, a strange pile of arms and bare torsos, legs and tails, intertwined.

As he slept, John dreamt of mermaids. He dreamt of the first merpeople taking to the sea, and of the mermaid in the story of the ferryman, and of Angelray and Anemone. And he dreamt that he heard two mermaid children, sitting near him, whispering to each other. With this last dream, he awoke to the pale early dawn, only a sliver of brightening sky behind them. And he saw four mermaids, two children kneeling, if you might call their posture that, on either side of him, and the third sitting nearby, nursing a baby whose tail swayed from side to side, watching the other two.

The children, two girls they were, knelt over his cock and were touching and stroking him to erection. The older of the two was explaining and giving instruction. "These are his balls. That's where he makes his sperm. And this is his head. That's where his sperm shoots out."

"I know," the younger said, defensive at her big sister acting like she knew more than her. "I saw him shoot his sperm."

Big sister continue unabated. "You can kiss the head and put it in your mouth."

The third mermaid interjected. "You can kiss the balls, too, and put them in your mouth."

"Really?!?" Anemone said, for now he remembered. He knew this girl was Anemone, and the other was Starfish. The mother was Angelray, and the baby, Scallopshell. And as he lay there watching in the pale morning light, he remembered that he'd made love to Anemone, that he'd fucked this little cherub child, twice, the night before. And, as if in response to his memory, and excited by her mom's suggestion, the girl dove down between his legs, and she was instantly kissing and sucking his balls.

She pulled away just long enough to say to her little sister, "Kiss his head! Put it in your mouth!" and went right back to kissing his sack again. John lay there and watched the five year old merchild struggle to take his thick head into her tiny mouth.

A minute later, Anemone emerged from between his legs and said to her younger sister, "Let's make him cum now!"

"Yes, let's!" Starfish wholeheartedly agreed.

"Wrap your hands around his cock, just like this," Anemone instructed the younger girl. And two sets of little hands began to stroke his cock.

John Marlinspike lay back, and smiled over at the nursing mother. She smiled back at him, and upon noticing that his eyes had fallen to her bare breast, she cupped her hand around it and held it up to him.

When he came, the girls squealed in delight, and leaned over close, so that his semen struck both of their round-cheeked smiling cherub faces, shot after shot, until their noses and chins and foreheads dripped with his warm sticky goo. Then they giggled, and looked at him, and he laughed along with them.

"Now, my dear John Marlinspike," the mermaid mother said, laughing as well at her daughter's antics, "it is time for us to leave you. The sea beckons, and we must go."

"Will I see you again?" he asked.

She laughed. "Of course you will, John Marlinspike! You are my mate now."

"And mine!" Anemone piped in. "Or at least you will be, in a few years, when I'm old enough to have your baby. Right now we just have sex."

"And my mate, too!" Starfish joined with her mother and her sister in their proclamation. "When I'm old enough!"

The baby smiled his toothless smile, and cooed.

And the mermaid family slid gracefully from the blanket, and into the sea, and they were gone.

John Marley, now no longer John Marlinspike, the sire of mermaids, but plain old John Marley once again, sat and watched the sea slowly lighting with the rising sun. And then, far out into the ocean, he saw a creature jump from the water, flip in the air, and dive back into the sea.

And he smiled.

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