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Mermaids Part 5: A Frightened Teenager, The Queen, My First Baby Girl
and Untold Riches.

M/f14 M/F M/g++
Cons, Rom, Coer, Pett, Teen, Anal, Oral, 1st, Piv, Pedo, Extr Pedo, ScFi

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Sailing to the South Pacific was supposed to be relaxing and guilt free.
It wasn't!

Phillip DeMarcrisco thought that by isolating himself on his fairly new
sailboat in the middle of the ocean, he might be able to contend with
the guilt that wracked his mind and also prevent him from repeating what
he knew to be considered immoral and illegal with any other lovely
little angels. What Phillip didn't count on was someone finding HIM as
he drifted far out to sea, listening to his satellite radio, a
continuous stream of his favorite uninterrupted music affecting what his
young and unlikely visitor did for him.

Preface

Like all fantasies, this one involves activities that could NOT possibly
befall any one individual, least likely the author. The following work
chronicles the fictional life of a middle thirties man that decides to
go on a solitary journey on his sailboat and is plagued by the memories
of something that he did with his lovely ten year old niece.

It is inconceivable that a place so isolated in the middle of the South
Pacific would be so full of passion and sexual curiosity, so as this
story is read, keep in mind that fortune smiles on most of us but only
briefly and maybe only once in our lives, except for an unlikely single
guy who never knew his tortured mind might finally gain comfort and
relief after months alone at sea.

Phillip has to contend with the misconduct of his past and portrays the
demeanor of a person that considers what he did as horribly evil, his
partner not completely aware of the full damage that might have been
caused. Ironically, he is bestowed more than his fair share of
opportunities for sexual pleasure from what he and others had assumed
were nothing more than wild fantasies and mysterious superstition.
After he thinks he may have lost his grasp on reality, he concedes to
his fantasies and is willing to take advantage of and share in so many
wondrous gifts and yet is still quite capable of some restraint and
boundless kindness.

Enjoy!

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It was during the fourth new moon when I was laying half in the water on
the lowest platform that I felt the familiar tug of a curious and
nervous hand. This time, I refrained from reaching out and scaring the
little thing half to death and just waited. She gently caressed and
stroked my left arm over and over until she grew bold enough to sidle up
to me and snuggle into my left side without saying a word.

I carefully pushed my left arm around her body and pulled her softly
into mine, her size establishing her as a young teenager. Something
told me that this little waif was much more reserved and quiet than my
previous three visitors, so I took each step painfully slow so she
didn't become alarmed or frightened.

That first night, I never did anything more than just hold her to my
ribs, gently caressing her back and left side, curious about her body
size but not willing to destroy our new relationship before it
developed. She never talked or even made a sound much like my last
visitor before I went on my wild boat ride. This little one's actions
were so mild and submissive, it was as if she were torn between genuine
curiosity, sexual turmoil and stark terror. She kept looking into my
face and would avert my eyes if I tried to catch her looking at me until
I smiled and pulled her tightly into me as I softly hummed my
appreciation for her presence.

When the sun finally decided to join us, I was able to examine my newest
prize. She was about four and a half feet tall, wonderfully chubby,
small breasted and dirty blond with tightly curled locks. She didn't
look anything like my other three visitors.

I was no longer willing to just lay there next to her, so I gently
wiggled my fingertips under her left upper arm, instantly rewarded with
her elbow being raised and permitting my naughty hand to pass. I kept
pushing my left hand around her plump form until I was cupping what had
to be one of the smallest 'A' cup titties I had ever touched.

The disparity between Shirenda and this little jewel was incredible. I
would have expected all mermaids to be well endowed and voluptuous.
This one was definitely the exception to that rule. I wonder how many
other rules I'd end up breaking with my very shy playmate.

Her nipple was almost as nonexistent as her titty. As I tenderly
fondled and caressed her plump mound, I was finally able to stimulate
her enough so I could feel the little point begin to firm up. She
continued to hold her left arm out of the way as if I was supposed to
position her body like an artificial doll.

When I caught sight of her fingernails, they were already a brilliant
red, her state of arousal too easily achieved. No matter! I wouldn't
harm her or any of her sisters or cousins. I gently caressed and played
with her tiny titty for the next hour, her chest heaving and her heart
hammering in her rotund form as if I was about to rip her in two.

She never took any overt actions to prevent my enjoying the delicate
softness of her lovely body, her arm held at a respectable distance so
my travels were completely permitted. When her lips began quivering, I
knew I was pushing her to her limit, so I gave her a nice tight squeeze
around her body and removed my hand slightly. I pulled it back far
enough to keep clear of the greatest amount of her bosom but still in
contact with the edge of her tiny breast. I gently and very slowly ran
the tips of my index and middle fingers along the side of her delicate
shape for a minute and then stopped, pulling my hand back even more.
She seemed to relax slightly and leaned harder into me, pushing her
chest into my left side but not turning so my hand was unable to return,
should I wish for it to.

After a few moments, she seemed to understand that I wasn't going to
force her to do what she didn't really want to and blushed almost flame
red, turning her body to her left and holding her left arm away from her
side. I affectionately resumed my caresses, pushing my hand around her
exceedingly slowly, waiting for her to dictate at what point I had again
crossed her invisible line. This time, she seemed to welcome my hand,
more intrigued than frightened. She was more than submissive, she was
downright subservient, willing to do anything that she was directed to
without question or resistance.

This little baby needed to be handled almost like paper-thin crystal.
She didn't seem to have the confidence or bravery to even be here with
me. I was beginning to wonder how each of my little lovers were being
selected for me and by whom.

When my stomach started growling, she giggled.

"It looks like we need to get something to eat, huh?"

She meekly nodded her head into my neck, unable or unwilling to be more
than a fraction of an inch from me, her almost ivory white skin brightly
and harshly contrasted by my warm tanned body. I took great pains to
move as gingerly and carefully as I could, not wanting to disturb her
need for continued contact with my arm. When I finally got to my feet,
she looked at me as if I were a leviathan, a human colossus, her eyes
practically bugged out of her pretty round face.

Wanting to preserve her impression of me as a tender and gentle giant, I
bent all the way down to her and gently cupped her face, giving her an
almost imperceptible kiss. She was either completely spellbound or
terrified, but didn't make any moves to retreat into the warm comfort of
her wet home.

After standing, I trundled off to the market and gathered some of the
local groceries, certain to give Harold his fair share. I brought an
armload back with me to where my plump little teenager was still
reclining, set it all down onto the top platform and sat down next to
her on the lowest one.

With the platforms configured as they were, I was able to use the upper
platform as a dining table as I sat on the lowest level with my legs and
a good portion of my body submerged, my partially naked visitor taking
up a seated position next to me as if to mock or mimic everything I did.

She bravely tasted a banana, then a mango and finally some coconut. Her
expression after tasting the dry white meat of the half inch thick chunk
was enough of a dead giveaway to clue even me in that she had no
interest in sharing Harold's second favorite food.

As my feathered buddy stood on one foot, his other claw manipulating her
discarded stark white repast, I delicately consumed two bananas, a mango
and half of Harold's coconut. He had dibs on the rest, but only if I
helped him by cracking the shell open wide enough so he could get at
every portion with his rather large hooked beak.

Without warning, my lovely little half-naked teenager flung herself
backward into the water and disappeared. I sat dumbstruck, trying to
figure out what I might have done to cause her to leave me so abruptly.
I knew the coconut might taste different to her, but I didn't think it
was that bad! In retrospect, it had to have been my awful manners, not
being around sophisticated people having a tendency to roughen my normal
dining habits.

I saw her lovely aqua colored scales shimmering underwater as she headed
straight for the open end of the lagoon, disappearing around the rocks.
I was once again left to eat quietly with my feathered buddy, dismayed
and frustrated.

I was about to gather all the food scraps and launch myself skyward when
a loud splash of water from behind startled me. She was back and in
each hand was her version of lunch.

In her right was something that looked like a rather impressive rock
lobster and in her left was what I might have called a flounder. She
swam up to the platform where I was sitting and offered both of them to
me, her expression one of true generosity and anxious curiosity, hoping
her offer would be accepted.

How could I refuse? The size of the lobster alone made my mouth water.
I envisioned it on a large white china plate, dripping with garlic
butter, garnished with parsley and surrounded by tiny marigold petals.
The flounder was also of respectable size, large enough for four of us
to enjoy if we had nothing else to eat.

Harold immediately lost his appetite for coconut, dropped what was
remaining and looked hungrily at the flounder, his taste for fish an
acquired one since I had become his personal chef so long ago.

She extended both hands to me and waited to see if I was just as
interested in eating her kind of food. I took each of them almost
greedily, not taking the time to catch my own fish for about six days.
I set each of them on top of the upper platform and turned to help my
still nameless lunch partner up onto the seat next to me. When she
wiggled her bum as close to my hips as she could get without sitting on
my lap, I knew she was as interested in my company as I was in hers.

She seemed to want to nestle into me as if she wanted me to protect her
from something, or maybe needed to know I was more interested in keeping
her close to me rather than keep her at arms length. Either way, she
appeared terribly anxious to be in constant contact with my body.

With the flounder almost flapping itself free and back into the water,
my guest grabbed it and pinched it just behind the eyes, killing it
instantly. After a few involuntary muscle twitches, it lay flat on the
upper platform as she then dispatched the lobster in a similar manner.

I had never eaten lobster 'sashimi' style, but after the first few
nibbles, I enjoyed the smooth pink tail meat and relished her wonderful
gift. She carefully divided each of her contributions to our midday
meal into portions big enough for each of us and then consumed her meal
without comment.

It almost felt as though I were back in high school on my first date,
uncomfortable and scared to do anything wrong lest I make my date think
I was boorish or crude.

I let my little mermaid finish the greatest portions of the marine
course, my tummy quite sated with tropical fruits and a delectable
sampling of salt water fare. After offering Harold a fairly large share
of what was remaining, she carefully gathered all of the bones, shells
and uneaten meat and was again back in the water. Fortunately, she
returned less than a minute later.

While she was gone, I also took this time to clean up after myself and
Harold, his after dinner habits much more like Oscar Madison than like
Felix Unger.

We returned to the lowest platform once again, Harold preening himself
on the upper level, me laying back on the platform with the middle level
against my neck like a pillow. My naked visitor was hungry to return to
her first position alongside my left, quietly working under my arm and
urging it around her body until I was again hugging her around her back.

This time, she wasn't nearly as apprehensive about where my hand settled
and tenderly directed it with her right hand under her left arm and over
her tiny mound of breast tissue. She even took the extra effort to cup
my fingers over the rise of her soft flesh, wanting me to fondle her
tiny nipple. Without saying a word, we lay next to each other as the
waves gently swished and lapped at the sandy beach to our right, my hand
softly caressing and massaging her satin breast and minuscule nippy.

Her fingernails were pulsing from bright pink to dark crimson with each
of her heartbeats, her chest heaving and her arousal like none she had
ever felt before. I was careful to keep from doing anything more than
just touch and hold her chubby little body, lest I send her reeling away
in fright. I watched her very closely, her lips quivering and her hands
trembling as I continued to tenderly run my fingers across her chest.

To be absolutely certain that she could handle all the stimulus I was
imparting, I pulled my left hand back slightly and tried to remove it
from the warm velvety softness of her sweet titty, but she clamped her
left arm tightly to her body and prevented me from removing mine. When
she looked up at my face and gave me a nervous smile, I realized she
wanted me to keep touching her, but only if I was going to be gentle. I
pushed my hand back and cupped her breast lovingly, resisting the
temptation to molest and accost my quiet little experimenter.

As odd as it seemed at the time, the only thing she wanted me to do was
to gently touch her titties and nipples, hold her tight to my body and
smile at her when she looked up into my face.

Even though Shirenda, Shureese and their nameless older sister or cousin
had provided me with days and weeks of sexual excitement, this little
one, although older and larger than the younger two, was much more
demure, docile and nervous. She reminded me of a partially tame deer,
ready to bolt at a moments notice, her body aching to be touched and yet
terrified at the same time.

For the next two weeks, all we did was hold and lay next to each other,
my sexual habits much more restrained and subdued than when I last
entertained her sisters or cousins.

By the time the moon was three quarters full, she was little further
along in her desire to explore me or have me explore her, my hand only
straying as far as her bum and the upper portion of her scale covered
thighs. I never pushed my fingers between her cheeks or legs, although
I genuinely wanted to. With all that had happened to me recently, being
with this chubby little thing was like a vacation from debauchery and
depravity. I was acting more like a protective dad or uncle, even if I
did have my hands cupped over her soft titties more often than not.

Just before lunch on one nondescript cloudless day, my partially naked
visitor became very restless and uncomfortable, her eyes darting back
and forth between me and the lagoon. When I saw the water in front of
us move as if something were approaching from the open end of our
private bathtub, she clung onto me with the terrified determination of a
child fearing for her safety. I instinctively wrapped my arms around
her and held her tight, my body turned slightly to try to protect hers.

Out of the water about five feet from the end of the last platform rose
a topless woman about thirty years old, her full, sexy and perfectly
formed breasts drawing my attention immediately. She was the epitome of
what I imagined a mermaid to look like. Long dark hair flowing around
her head in a glorious billowing mass, her hourglass figure accenting
her full breasts, her flawless skin smooth and creamy, her hips plump
and round, her eyes bright and filled with intense fire, her mouth full
and aching to be kissed or be wrapped around a man's sexual organ.

Her upward travel ceased just as I caught sight of her hips, the same
aqua tinted scales across her lower tummy as my first four visitors.
For the first time since she swam up and lay next to me, my young
visitor softly spoke into my left ear.

"Please don't let her take me away. Let me stay with you, please?"

Then, our adult visitor spoke in a soft but commanding voice that went
straight to my spine.

"Shadina Honey, you've had plenty of time with Phillip already. It's
time you let one of your sisters come be with him. He has much to do
and you just aren't ready for your first man yet."

Shadina! I finally knew her name.

Shadina was shaking like a leaf next to me, terrified about something.
Time for me to find out what had caused her such tremendous
apprehension.

"Hi. Who are you?"

"Hello Phillip. My daughters and nieces call me 'Sherl'. I'm their
mother, teacher, guardian and queen."

"Hi, Sherl. I'm pleased you know who I am, but I have to ask why
Shadina has to leave? Have I done something to offend her or you?"

"No!"

"Then, why does Shadina have to leave?"

"Because she's already been with you far longer than she was supposed to
be and there are many other girls waiting for you."

"Waiting for me?"

"Yes!"

"Waiting for me to do what?"

"Why, help us rebuild the 'sisterhood', of course."

Again and still quite nervously, Shadina shakily tried to convince Sherl
and me that she was ready for whatever befell her.

"Sherl, I'm ready now. I just needed to feel better about being out of
the water for even a little while. He can touch and tickle me now,
see?"

Shadina grabbed my right hand and thrust it into her crotch, shoving it
hard into her lap as if to prove something to both me and Sherl. With
my hand being pressed into her puddy still safely constrained by her
fish-like outfit, I instinctively withdrew my hand, ashamed I had come
into contact with such a lovely little corpulent teenage angel in front
of her mother and guardian. My blushing face literally lit up the area
around us.

"You see Shadina, even Phillip knows you're not ready yet."

"No! It's not that I don't think she's ready. I'm just embarrassed
about touching her like that in front of her mother."

"Why?"

"It's not something that I'm supposed to do."

"Why not!"

"Men my age aren't supposed to touch little girls' bodies like that."

"Shirenda said you had some strange ways. Are all men now like you
where you come from?"

"Well, to be honest, many men really do like to touch little girls
bodies. It's just not something that we openly do in front of their
mothers or other adults. It's also not generally permitted by the laws
of our lands."

"If men like to touch little girls' bodies, then why do you have laws to
prohibit such activities? If they want to do this, they should change
the laws to permit it."

"It's kind of hard to explain."

"Phillip, please tell me something. Do you like to touch little girls'
bodies?"

"Yes, I do."

"Well, I'm glad! I was concerned that what Shirenda, Shureese and
Shemila had told their sisters and cousins were stories and bragging.
Please tell me that you're the father of Shirenda's and Shemila's baby
girls."

I finally knew the name of the quiet and older visitor before I left.
It was also apparent that Shureese hadn't gotten pregnant after all.
The fact that Shemila was also pregnant filled me with an obscene sense
of pride.

"Have the babies been born yet?"

"No, but you haven't answered my question. Did you couple with Shirenda
and Shemila and make a baby in their bellies?"

"Yes I did."

"Good! Then there may be hope for us after all."

"Pardon?"

"Don't you understand Phillip?"

"No, I don't think I do."

"We need your help to rebuild the 'sisterhood' and need for you to make
as many new baby girl mer-misses as quickly as you can. Unfortunately,
we are only able to take your seed properly during a full moon. Any
other time is just practice. Each of the girls needs to be sure they're
ready to couple with you for as many hours as they can. If they cannot
tolerate the amount of physical contact with you before the full moon,
then they won't be ready to make a baby."

"It's just so hard to believe that a little girl Shureese's age is able
to couple so easily. I know that when little girls are around ten, they
are growing enough inside so they can experience their first
intercourse, even if it does hurt once or twice."

"It doesn't hurt the first time Phillip. Whoever gave you that silly
idea?"

"Of course it hurts. All girls hurt the first time they join with a
man."

"That may be true for girls on land, but little girl mermaids and
mer-misses can couple any time they wish. They never experience any
sort of pain at all. Even the newborns can couple if their mothers wish
them to. There are just so few opportunities for any of us that are
ready that the littlest ones never get a chance like they used to when
more men would come to visit us. I remember stories of many men coming
to see the 'sisterhood', every little girl and newborn able to spend as
much time with them coupled and happy for hours and hours. That was
long ago when men used to travel by wooden ship. Now that there are
fewer men to come see us, only the 'ready' girls ever get a chance to
couple. But that happens so rarely anymore that we aren't as many as we
used to be. In fact, there are so few of us now, it may be too late."

"But Sherl, I am ready!"

"Shadina, Darling. I know how difficult it's been for you. My first
meeting with a man was just as scary for me as it's been for you."

"Really?"

"Um hmmm! When I found my first man, I was so frightened, I didn't know
what to do except let him touch me as much as he wanted. He played with
my breasts and nipples and pressed his lips to mine for many hours,
until he finally made me move my mouth to his seed-maker and thrust it
back and forth between my lips until he spilled his seed many times. I
thought this was what I was supposed to do to create a child in my
belly, so I stayed attached to him like this for many hours until his
friends found us together. Then, they all wanted the same thing and
since it was my assigned task to create a new life for the 'sisterhood',
I assumed the role eagerly. For the next two lunar cycles, I tried as
hard as I could to accept their seed and begin a new life inside my
belly, but none of it seemed to work. Once they had to return to their
homeland, they pushed me back into the water and let me go. I was
ashamed that so many men had coupled with me and I didn't create a new
life as I was supposed to, so I hid for many full moons until an older
cousin shared her secrets with me. None of the silly men were smart
enough to find the right place to put his seed like Phillip did with
Shirenda, Shureese and Shemila. I had to wait for many years before I
had another chance to couple with a man and when I did, this one seemed
to know what to do. That's when I started to recreate life inside my
belly like I was supposed to at your age."

"Did the men like practicing with your mouth before you learned how to
couple properly?"

"Oh yes! They seemed to enjoy it very much. Although Phillip never
asked Shirenda or Shureese to do this, Shemila said that she enjoyed it
immensely. I'm sure he would also like to push his organ into my mouth
because of how it's growing and moving right now. Would you like for me
to show Shadina what I'm talking about Phillip?"

It wouldn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what was on my mind.

"Well, if you think it will help her learn?"

"Just remember Phillip. You need to show Shadina other things as well
while I am pleasing you, so while she's watching me, please show her
where she needs to push your thing inside her body, okay?"

"Sure."

Sherl closed the distance between us and tugged my legs apart. Without
so much as an explanation or delicate request, she pushed her full mouth
right over my dick and began to give me some of the best head I had ever
experienced in my life.

In less than a minute, she pulled Shadina closer to me and seemed to
nonverbally command us to 'move things along'. As terrified as she was,
Shadina wasn't about to back down in front of her queen and guardian, so
she closed her eyes and leaned into me, my mouth coming into contact
with hers, her plump lips so full and enticing. With my cock being
stroked from tip to base, my right hand began working Shadina between
her thighs, her vaginal slit much easier to tease open than either
Shirenda, Shureese or Shemila.

In less than a minute, I was able to work her scaled covering open far
enough that my hand was inside, my finger deep inside her vagina and my
thumb caressing her clitty into the forefront of her first orgasm.
Sherl was pleased I had finally introduced her daughter to sexual
pleasure, removed her mouth from my cock and started helping me remove
Shadina's scaled skin. The poor little girl was completely out of her
mind as I introduced her to her first orgasm, her body racked with
tremendous convulsions, her hips twitching and her legs jumping. This
only served to help Sherl work Shadina's scaled flesh further down her
legs until for the first time in her young life, Shadina's legs began to
open wider.

This was my cue to introduce her to lingual entertainment, my arms
pulling her closer to my head until she was sitting right over my face,
her thighs alongside my ears, her pussy tickled and licked with the
eager enthusiasm of an expert. She squeezed my face and held on for the
ride of her life as Sherl returned her mouth to my dick and revealed to
Shadina what it was like for me to be serviced by her mother.

Sherl had become so intrigued by Shadina's constant bucking that she let
my dick pop out of her mouth and watched as I introduced a continuous
stream of orgasms to her teenage daughter. Shadina, once started was
like a sexual dynamo, unwilling to stop anything that felt good. She
let me munch, lick, nibble, suck and play with her vulva and clitty as
much as I wanted to, or should I say as much as she wanted me to?

Sherl watched Shadina buck on top of my face for an hour straight, her
hips convulsing and her body twitching with mountains of pleasure.
Shadina's blood was now as potent as it could be so Sherl lifted Shadina
off my face, turned her around and tugged her hips backward, much to the
dislike of my little tongue torture victim. Moments later, Sherl
directed her daughter's vagina toward my penis.

With no fanfare or requests, Sherl mounted Shadina right onto my cock
and watched as the teenage mermaid sank all the way down until our
pubic bones met, her hairless smooth skin pressing against my dark curly
pubic hair.

It was when the tip of my cock passed beyond Shadina's cervix that
Sherl's attitude changed. Instead of leaving us to our sexual activity,
she scooted forward, her body right behind Shadina's. Sherl then pushed
her arms around Shadina and began playing with her tiny mounds of titty
flesh and clitoris, stimulating the shy angel into an incessant series
of very erotic stuttering jerks. Sherl seemed to enjoy our coupling as
much as we did, her large breasts pushing into Shadina's back as her
fingers traveled into areas that were normally off limits between a
mother and daughter. At least, they were off limits where 'I' had come
from.

Sherl didn't leave until the sun went down, the passionate noises of sex
filling the air around the lagoon. Shadina and I stayed locked together
just like that for days. The first time we separated was to get
something to eat and empty our bladders.

Her attitude toward me from that moment on was completely different.
She was much more like Shureese, insatiable and passionate. We fucked
straight through the next full moon, mountains of cum filling her womb.
The day after, we separated and within four hours, she returned to her
home.

Less than five days after having a truly wonderful sexual adventure,
Shirenda showed up. It was like a homecoming from the prettiest,
sexiest and horniest prom queen any small town could want to fuck.

The first thing I did was to hug and kiss her, both of us neck deep in
the lagoon, our eyes filled to brimming with tears and my smile filling
my face.

"Phillip, you're not mad that I left before, are you?"

"A little. I needed you for weeks after you left and you never came to
see me. I was heartbroken and thought for sure you no longer wished to
see me."

"I'm sorry Phillip. It was the first time I ever coupled with a man and
I didn't know what to do right after my scales grew back. They never
told me how my body would feel right after land legs were covered and I
was so excited and scared at the same time that I just swam away. The
only thing I thought about was going straight home and sharing the good
news with my sisters and cousins. And then, when I saw my belly start
to get big, I was afraid you wouldn't want to see me like that because I
used to be so slim and pretty."

"Angel, the fact that you're carrying my little girl in your belly has
made me the proudest man in the whole world. Your round belly just has
to be the prettiest and sexiest thing for me to look at, so let me see."

I pulled her toward the lowest platform and helped her up, keeping her
fins in the water so I didn't scare her like I did the first time she
was with me on my sailboat.

I was privileged to behold a sight that all first fathers will never
forget. Her plump round belly was so sexy and stimulating, I wanted to
make love to her right then. Of course, I resisted the temptation, at
least for now.

"Phillip? Where's your floating water thing?"

"Uh . . . unfortunately, it was destroyed during that last storm. I
won't be able to ever leave your island for the rest of my life. That
is, unless somebody comes looking for me. I tried to send a distress
call when I was far out to sea and don't know if anyone got it."

"You mean, you're gonna stay here?"

"Um hmmm! This is now my new home."

Shirenda slammed herself at me and hugged me so tight it hurt. When she
relented, she leaned back and looked me straight in the eyes.

"Phillip, I came back because I need your help, Honey."

"For what, Angel?"

"You need to help me open my scales again so your baby girl can come
out."

"She doesn't get born in the water?"

"No silly. Her scales don't grow right away. All mermiss baby girls
are born on land just like your kind does. After a few days, her
sea-skin starts to develop and she'll be ready to swim and live
underwater after that. But until then, she has to live with me on this
island. That's why we stay around here. This is our home."

"Sounds reasonable."

"Can you help me Phillip? I'm going to give you your baby girl at the
darkest night of the black moon and all my scales have to be removed
long before then so I can be ready to let her come out easily."

I shifted her up to the middle platform, let her lay flat on her back as
I caressed her fat belly with my left hand and tickled between her labia
lips with my right fingers. Instead of treating this lovely meeting as
a purely mechanical event, I turned it into a sexual one, my first lover
at sea gently writhing around like an eel out of water.

By the time I had teased her slit all the way open, she was already
enjoying her second orgasm. It took about an hour to work her leg
covering half way down her thighs, my mouth finding her hairless quim
and sucking her much fatter pussy lips into my mouth until the smacking
noises I made drowned out the sound of the sea around and under us.

When her feet were finally set free once more, she turned and hooked her
legs around my head and pulled me into her puffy cunny, enjoying the
stimulation much more than she remembered. I kept tonguing her until
the sun rose.

She must have forgotten just how enjoyable our sexual contact was,
because for the next few days, all she wanted to do was to keep my face
planted right over her clitty. Oh, how sweet she tasted and how fat her
pussy lips were. I sucked and licked her cunny for hours and hours, her
face aglow and her body tingling.

"Phillip, I need to beg a favor from you, Honey."

"Anything you want Angel."

"I need to stay wet until after your baby girl is born. Is there some
way we can both be together and still be wet until then? I also need to
be touching the ground during the time she comes to you. Usually, when
my sisters and cousins have their little babies, they lay on the beach
and the baby comes out real easy. I don't want to be alone like that
and want you to be right beside me. Will you do that for me?"

The entire time she was talking to me, my right middle finger and thumb
were dancing across her clitty and vaginal opening, making it very
difficult for Shirenda to think. I fondled and molested her smooth,
fat, hairless pussy the whole time my mouth was now absent, delicately
playing with her labia majora and slipping my nasty middle finger back
and forth into her still tight cunny. Shirenda did absolutely nothing
to impede any nasty action I took, my digits able to wander diligently
across the vast expanse of her tiny naked genitalia.

"Of course I will. Would you like for me to make a place on the beach
so you can have a private pool to lay in and still be protected from the
fish?"

"Could you do that?"

"Sure! It might take a little while, but I'm sure you'll like how it
turns out."

"Okay, but don't take too long. I don't want you to be too far from me.
I like the way you touch and tickle me while we're talking, and like it
even more when your tongue gets to rub up and down my tickle place as
much as you like to."

With a animalistic smile on my face, I pushed my mouth down to her naked
quim and feasted on her for another few minutes, her body writhing and
stuttering with each new orgasm.

I put her back on the lowest platform so she could stay safely in the
water and threw myself at my newest project. It wasn't easy to
construct, especially because she wanted, almost demanded that I tongue
and touch her as much as I could whenever I was taking a short break.
Working on my task grew increasingly difficult.

I dug a large shallow pit right at the water's edge and lined it with a
mat of intertwined thin bamboo, with large bamboo as the foundation
structure and smooth reed grass to hold it all together. When finished,
it looked like an inverted pyramid or a natural satellite dish, with
gently sloping walls until the center of it was as flat as the surface
of the ocean in the middle of the doldrums. I then constructed a large
thatch covering, providing both of us with protection from the sun, now
bright and hot.

It brimmed with water naturally and as soon as it was filled, I helped
Shirenda to her tiny feet. She was so clumsy with her new round belly
that she couldn't even walk, so I carried my lovely little pregnant
mermaid bride to the center, laying her down and returning to my
previous lingual to clitoral activities.

I tongued, touched and played with her for hours, her soft moans and
gentle caresses adequate confirmation that she was enjoying her return
visit as much as I was. I kept giving her orgasm after orgasm, right up
until she informed me that my baby was starting to come out. Instead of
stopping me and having me assume a much more passive sexual role, she
told me that she wanted me to keep tickling her with my tongue, and that
my baby's head was going to be interrupting at least one of her lover's
attempts at vaginal play. If my daughter's entry into this world and
exit from Shirenda's tight pussy didn't bother me, then I could continue
to stimulate her clitty for as long as I wanted, even while my first
child's face was passing within fractions of an inch next to my chin.

When it was time, I was much more collected and composed than I thought
I might be, my first baby girl born on the darkest night of the month,
showered with a light show of meteors. Her mother never uttered a sound
of discomfort or pain, the entire birthing process very gentle and calm.
Shirenda took on the demeanor of someone taking off a pair of sexy
panties or stockings rather than a vengeful woman trying to pass a
beach ball out of her tight vaginal opening.

I did as Shirenda asked, licking and sucking on her clitty and vulva the
entire time, even as my baby girl was leaving her young mother's body.
I even gave my infant child a soft kiss on the lips when her mouth was
directly below Shirenda's vulva.

I'm certain that most major hospitals back home had rules about the
mothers' husband giving her an orgasm in the middle of the childbirth
process. Here, anything was permitted.

We named our baby Shanice. She never cried as I had anticipated. I
carefully washed her chubby little body off in the cool clear water of
her mother's birth pool and held her as if she might break any moment.
I should have known better.

Shanice began smiling at me almost immediately, her eyes bright and her
manners much more coordinated than any newborn I had ever seen. It was
disconcerting to see a new life like this so calm and adept at reaching
for my face. Her fingers were suitably munched on, kissed, nibbled and
played with the entire time her attention was focused on me.

When she was hungry, her gaze was redirected to my little bride's
nipples, her mouth working Shirenda into a hip bucking frenzy. My
little female couple took on the sexy manifestation of every mans'
desire: Young beauty holding a neonate angel, the creation of two
beings unconditionally in love.

While Shanice was being breastfed, I explored every feature of her tiny
body, noticing the webbing between her tiny toes immediately. I must
have played with her diminutive feet and digits for hours on end,
fascinated by her incredibly small size. She was just as easily moved
and aroused by all the fondling and caresses, her feet much more
sensitive than I had imagined. When I pushed it too far, she'd pull
back, settle back down and then push her foot right back into my hands
or face.

Shirenda was the picture perfect example of young motherhood, her
breasts dripping with milk, her tummy going flat within two days of
giving birth, her arousal level just as high, if not higher than when we
last coupled nine months ago. We didn't make it through the second
night before she crawled on top of me with Shanice held to one of her
puffy breasts, her legs stretched wide alongside my body and her hungry
pussy aching to be filled once again with the tool that had created our
lovely baby.

It was just after sunrise the next morning, still locked in a coital
embrace that my lovely mermaid bride presented my baby to me, turning
her body around and hooking her legs around my head so I could introduce
her to the pleasures of lingual to clitoral stimulation. Shanice took
to it so quickly and readily that she never wanted to be anywhere else
but planted firmly over my face, her legs trying to clamp around my head
and her hands grabbing handfuls of my long hair.

Some time during the third night while Shanice and I were asleep,
Shirenda lifted my daughter off my face and set her down over my dick,
teasing both of us as we slept. She was able to position my baby girl
so I could enter her tight vagina and push all the way inside her until
her undeveloped cervix sucked the tip of my cock inside instinctively.
When we both woke up the next morning, Shanice discovered yet another
way her new daddy was able to please her.

For the next seven days, I had both Shirenda and Shanice on my dick and
face, both of them tingling with sexual fire the entire time. We stayed
coupled until the light of the full moon bathed the three of us in the
cool glow of coital bliss, my darling mermaid wife accepting my seed for
her second baby and my gorgeous little horny baby mermiss riding my face
and hungry for clitoral stimulation as I plunged into her mommy so I
could give Shanice a little sister.

It ended far too soon, Shanice's scales covering larger portions of her
body every day. What started as tiny shimmers between her chubby thighs
eventually spread down her legs and over her lovely feet. Even while
her legs were slowly being converted from a lovely pink to a bright
aqua, I kept feasting on or fucking her fat little pussy. My darling
daughter never once complained about my abusing her. In fact, she
seemed to want me to keep fucking her from behind even after her legs
started to draw together.

It was going to be a long time before I saw her pussy or upper thighs
again, but all the attention I had given them up to then was going to be
worth the wait. When she slept that last night we were together on the
beach in our private bamboo lined pool, her legs fused together and her
fins developed enough to allow her to swim free on her own.

Shirenda cried when her first baby mermiss swam out of her arms and then
returned. She was now a full fledged mer-MAID and wouldn't return to
the confines of land until she was going to couple with her first man,
and then later when she gave birth to her first baby mermiss.
Shirenda's scales returned as soon as Shanice was swimming freely on her
own, Shirenda's plump and sexy legs covered by her bright aqua colored
costume once more.

As a last gesture of love, both my mermaid bride and my
mermiss-now-mermaid daughter lay me down just outside our pool and
sucked me for over three hours, my darling baby daughter learning very
quickly and anxiously wanting to repeat everything her mommy showed her.
It felt wonderful to French kiss Shirenda's lips and fondle her lovely
small titties while Shanice tried her best to deep-throat me. The many
women that I used to know back in Texas had nothing on my little water
nymph. She instinctively knew what to do.

It was during the dark of night that they both carefully swam through
the lagoon and into the open ocean, Shanice's fate in the hands of her
lovely Lilliputian mother, cousins and queen. I cried, but not because
I was sorrowful or lonely, but because I had helped to create such a
lovely and intelligent creature.

For the next few days, I was visited by a whole series of curious little
creatures, asked questions, caressed and hugged, kissed and permitted to
fondle any portion of naked flesh at my disposal. More often than not,
I was afforded a quiet blowjob as many other little scaled babies asked
question after question about sex, men, the world outside, and then back
to sex.

Within three months, I was regularly servicing four tender mermaids
under the light of a full moon, their virginal bodies willing and able
to share my cock, provided I filled each of them with copious amounts of
seed so the 'sisterhood' could be re-established once again. It never
seemed dirty or despicable to fuck little naked girls, talking to them
as my dick and fingers went into various tight orifices until at least
one of them was huffing and puffing. Then, without fanfare, the next
angel proceeded to take her turn.

After the fourth month, I restricted my activities to only two little
mermaids, my dick in one and my tongue in the other and then a series of
swaps back and forth so they could both get pregnant and have fun too.

For the first three weeks prior to the full moon, I was busy preparing
my newest play toys with constant breast, nipple, clitoral and vaginal
stimulation. Any less than that seemed to make our joining less sacred
and more mechanical.

Shureese never got pregnant after all I learned that ten was the
earliest that a mermaid could get pregnant, but that didn't stop plenty
of them from trying. Of course, I never let on that I knew our constant
fucking and hip bucking was futile.

Just imagine a self proclaimed pedophile telling infants to nine year
olds that all the fun tickles, rubbing, poking and loving really wasn't
going to make babies after all. They would have been heartbroken, I'm
sure.

By the beginning of the second year, each new moon was dedicated to
greeting my newest baby daughters into the world with my mouth, lips,
tongue, fingers and cock, and then spending the next two weeks
impregnating her mommy and at least one of her cousins.

The newspapers in Houston finally stopped running stories about my
disappearance, the New Zealand and Australian Coast Guard and Navy not
able to get an accurate fix on my EPIRB before it was struck by
lightning. There were a few reports of various pieces of wreckage
floating up on scattered beaches all over the South Pacific, possibly
related to my sailboat going down. All the searches were finally called
off, my epitaph written by my darling niece.

[My Favorite Uncle Phillip]
[May He Find What He Was Looking For]
[He Will Always Be In Me]

The night after they held a funeral for me, Abbie was so distraught that
she sought the comfort of her daddy's arms, wanting to feel the familiar
sensations of gentle caresses and tender compassion. By the next
morning, Abbie and her father Jack had a new big secret that they would
keep for the rest of their lives.

Nobody would ever find out that when Abbie and her father would go off
together on private retreats to get to know each other better at least
once a month, they were actually fucking each others' brains out and
fulfilling a need that they both had been suppressing for many years.

When Abbie turned nineteen, she finally shared a special secret with her
mom, my little sister Judy. What her Uncle Kyle had done with her, a
disgusting and contemptible act, Judy's older brother had done a year
before, but under much different circumstances.

Abbie had come to accept what her favorite uncle had done even at the
tender age of ten as a loving gesture of kindness and compassion. She
never thought ill of me and in spite of her mom's initial horrified
feelings and constant remarks about how I had betrayed her innocence and
taken her virginity, Abbie never wavered from her love for me and
eventually her daddy.

Fortunately, Jack never let his ambitions and appetites interfere with
his intelligence. He never took any pictures of his lovely daughter
naked, although there were plenty of opportunities to do so. He also
never strayed from his wife or his daughter. He kept his head down and
treated both of his ladies with the love and admiration they deserved.

Judy never suspected that her husband and her daughter had been lovers
since Abbie turned thirteen. She assumed that Jack's desire for a
vasectomy was for his wife. Judy couldn't have been happier with her
husband after my funeral. He was attentive, respectful, loving and
caring. He spent as much time in his wife's bed as he did in his
daughter's. Thankfully, much to Judy's delight, the only relationship
she saw between her daughter and husband was quite calm and very decent.

Her husband's monthly trips with his daughter to the beach, the
mountains camping or just to some distant city were cherished memories
for Judy, her heart filled with the belief that her husband and daughter
were sharing the kind of relationship that her older brother had with
his lovely niece before he defiled her virginal body. Little did she
know . . .

It's been five years since my sailboat was cast adrift on this tiny
speck of an island. Harold finally found a very young and almost infant
girlfriend of his own and often complains because I don't share as much
of my day with him as I used to. Apparently, his new girl has placed
sexual demands on him that he doesn't agree with and he prefers to hang
out at my place.

A year ago, I learned how to make love to all of the tiniest scale
covered lovers without having to peel their leg coverings off, although
when I'm trying to make a pretty little mermiss baby, I still prefer to
have a pair of legs wrapped around my head while I'm tonguing one and
have another pair of legs hugging my hips while I'm dick deep inside the
other one.

There's practically a long line of impatient and horny little mermaids
waiting in the lagoon for an hour long fuck, the youngest ones the most
flexible and willing to try any position, the older girls and even Sherl
enjoying a nice deep stroking while we're neck deep in the cool water of
the rock grotto.

The first time I got to peel Sherl's scales off, I was absolutely
spellbound. She looked like a Hollywood sex star, tight, firm breasts,
rigid and pointy nipples, incredibly fat and hairless cunny and legs
that would make a Las Vegas dancer proud. We fucked like animals that
first time, never saying a word to each other. Sherl never let one of
her daughters or nieces have possession of me until she was completely
satisfied, and that didn't happen until she realized that it was almost
the full moon.

When I finally get to peel the younger ones' leg coverings off, my land
locked lovers figured out a way to slip me a 'mickey' once a month in my
coconut milk which has kept me young and virile. I hope the
pharmaceutical companies never find out about this stuff. They'll ruin
it for me and my girls for sure!

I've even lost any trace of gray hair and it's all shiny and black once
more. My dick is rarely soft and my hands are constantly tickling or
playing with little titties, soft cunnies and tight bums. If my middle
finger isn't stuffed sexily inside a tight pussy, it's locked deep
within a snug butt. My cock rarely sees the light of day, even though I
never wear any clothes anymore. Most of the time, my rigid dick is
either stuffed nastily inside a naked little mermaid's cunny or ass, or
a soft pair of lips is stroking me while a talented tongue is tickling
every square inch of my penis.

It was only after a long philosophical discussion with Sherl and my
first mermaid bride while I was fucking my first daughter Shanice just
for fun that I found out that mermaids don't age the same way as humans.
Their bodies keep the youthful appearance twenty to forty times as long
as we do, their age many times their looks until they turn about twenty
actual years old. From then on, they age incredibly slowly until the
harsh sea claims them when they're too old to fight off some other
carnivore.

What I originally thought had been impossible, creating a lovely little
baby mermaid girl inside a ten year old turned out to be considered the
norm. Shirenda is actually much older than she looks, possibly older
than me, and Shureese was only seventeen and not six. Yeah, I know.
Shureese was still underage and my firstborn quite unable to resist the
advances of an stranded and isolated pedophile, even if it was her daddy
doing the nasty deed while the infant smiled and giggled.

However, mermaids develop mentally and psychologically much sooner than
human babies do, Mother Nature's demands on them much more brutal and
less considerate than the sniffling, wailing and absolutely helpless
pink raisins that I was used to seeing at the grocery store and the mall
in strollers. Set one of them out in the open ocean with eight to ten
thousand feet of water underneath them, sharks and other predators
lurking about and see how fast they mature. Mine may look like babies
and little girls on the outside, but their mental and instinctive
abilities are ready and available once their scales develop and they
take to the water on their own, even after only seven or eight days from
birth.

On one rather cloudy and stormy night, almost all of my new family
gathered around me in our lagoon and shared the news that Sherl's life
had ceased, her knowledge that the new sisterhood was well on its way to
full recovery. All of us softly wept and hugged as we held each other,
a few naughty little hands and mouths gently encircling my cock and
convincing me that we couple for a few days out of respect for Sherl.

It was lame, but I didn't argue.

Shadina has been given the role as Queen and guardian of my extended
clan, her sisters, cousins, nieces and even distant relatives pleased to
take direction from her and obey her many silly rules. Thankfully,
those silly rules didn't last very long, her maturity quickly changing
her into an almost picture-perfect image of what a mermaid would look
like in a marine history book. Shadina looks very little like the
chubby and curly-locked little frightened 'teenager' that nervously
accepted sex from me and returned my loving gesture with another mermiss
baby. Her attitude and demeanor are much different now, her wisdom
mysteriously handed down from Sherl after a few months had passed since
their last queen's demise.

Shadina loves to help the youngest mermaids get fucked by me, her
repeated visual instructions to the younger 'girls' having very little
to do with the exchange of anything except pleasure. I'm always eager
to accept her instructions and directions, showing many of her kind just
how having sex is supposed to be done. To see her remove the bright and
iridescent scaled costume from each little apparent 'preschooler' just
before her first time is a real turn on.

Shadina even likes to show them what it's going to feel like when I
stuff my tongue between the little girls' thighs. Of course, I never
interfere with her hour-long education classes, the highly aroused
leader as interested in sharing little girls' bodies as I am.

I can't imagine just how fortunate I've been, in spite of what had
happened to Abbie. Being with all my younger and slightly older
half-human lovers has been the best punishment any pedophile could ask
for. Had I been back in Texas, I would never have known such pleasure.

My advice to you is to buy a nice sailboat that one person can captain
efficiently, sail to the South Pacific and look for an island that
doesn't exist on any of the charts somewhere well East of anything
familiar. But don't look too hard. If I see a boat on the horizon, I
might try to sink it before it gets too close to my little slice of
Heaven.

Gotta go. My daughter and a few of her three year old cousins are
making their way to my lagoon platform again for the second time this
morning. Shanice is even more insatiable than her mother is and she
just loves to ride the pink sea horsey up and down while her daddy licks
and tickles her cousins until they're a mass of giggling joy.

By the way, mermaids love to fuck just for the fun of it, if the man
doing the dirty deed is creative enough to figure out how. Find your
own and try it!

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