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Abruptly Tony was in the water, sputtering as it rushed in all around him, pushing into his mouth before he thought to spit it out. His wet clothes and leaden shoes were suddenly weighing him down, making it hard for him to kick, keep himself up in the roiling water. He looked around and saw no land. He’d landed in the middle of the ocean. “Hello? Anybody here?” Tony yelled, just in case there was a submarine around or… something, but that wasn’t helping. And it’d been a while since he’d swum. In fact, he’d never actually learned how to swim. What was the point of it? You couldn’t have any electronics on you. This was a helluva time to learn… Tony went under again, helplessly, shutting his eyes against the stinging water and kicking at the depths that seemed to drag him down. Somehow, he made it up to the surface again, gulping in more air. Swimming was not getting any easier. He felt twinges going through his body, cramps buzzing in his muscles. He batted at the water more than anything else, trying to stay erect, but like it was trying to drown him, Tony found himself pulled down again. Everything went blurry, but Tony felt surprisingly warm. And seemed to be breathing okay. Was it really water he was gulping down, was he hallucinating? If so, drowning really was a peaceful way to go. He felt great. Suddenly, Tony felt solid ground under him, hands pressed at his chest, pumping water out of his lungs. A warm set of lips met his, seeming to suck the bad air out of his body, replace it with something good and sweet. Suddenly, Tony felt solid ground under him, hands pressed at his chest, pumping water out of his lungs. A warm set of lips met his, seeming to suck the bad air out of his body, replace it with something good and sweet. His eyesight was suddenly crystal clear: the sky blue above him, reflecting down onto the green-tinged waves flocking around him. He was on a jut of rock, a shoal, with little else in sight beyond some island in the deep distance. The same landmass whose outcropping he was currently clinging to. Tony didn't even think of swimming to them, though. Not yet. A girl had popped into view. Blood-red hair, still wet, as lush and full as her lips of the same color, plunged down her shoulders, electrifying her fair skin. It, and the silky contour of her slender body, drew the eye down her hourglass figure—richly curved breasts that demanded both her long hair and a pair of lavender seashells to cover. As nice a set as they were, they couldn't quite distract him from her large, aqua blue eyes, her pert nose, those lips... Tony wondered what it said about his sexuality that it took him the longest time to notice that, from the waist down, she was a fucking fish. “Mermaid!” Tony cried, finding some extra water in his throat to choke on. “And you’re a human, right?” she asked in a bright, clear, youthful voice. She jerked out her hand for a shake, but put it in his face instead of anywhere near his hand. “My name’s Ariel. I guess I’m not supposed to be up here, talking about you, but I couldn’t just let you drown!” “Yeah… thanks for that. I just wish I could do something to repay you.” Ariel rested her elbows on the little atoll. Her torso was out of the water to face him, her body mostly supine, with her fins flicking out of the surf. As Tony sat up, he could see right down her bikini top. It gave him a certain twinge— “Is that your cock?” Ariel asked, startling him out of his reverie. “Wha? I…” Tony looked down. A mountain was forming in his pants. “Okay, yes, yeah, that is my penis, but I was nearly asphyxiated and then you came along, with your very nice… seashells.” “Oh! Is that an erection?” Ariel whispered reverently. “Do all humans have those?” “Mostly the men,” Tony confided. “And it helps to have a cute redhead around.” Ariel jerked up, even more aware of the tent in his pants—and growing aware of the way he looked at her. She blushed hotly, following his gaze down to her own swelling breasts. “You… you think I’m cute? Wow!” “Yeah, well…” Tony folded his hands over his groin. “I should—“ “Can I see it?” There might’ve been a little more water in Tony’s ears. “What?” he sputtered. “Your cock? Can I please see it? I’ve never seen one before, and I’m so curious about the surface world, and that’s such a big, big part of you humans—but I don’t know anything about it! Only some statues I’ve found, and they’re really small. Not like you at all!” Tony stared at her as she clasped her hands together and begged, the little flounce of her fists chopping forward setting her breasts ajiggle. He thought the zipper on his pants would break. “Okay, just—real quick?” She nodded. Her breasts kept jiggling. Taking a deep breath, Tony unzipped his pants and worked himself out of his underwear, the motion well-practiced after his earlier experiences that day. Ariel brought her hands over her mouth, seeing all at once his thick shaft, his engorged cockhead, his heavily-laden balls falling free of his undone fly. “Oh, wow. Wow! No wonder you humans are so concerned with those! It really takes all that to make one of your women pregnant?” “Well… some people eke by with less.” “Wow!” Ariel repeated. She was staring, her breathing deepening—the heave of her breasts becoming even heavier. “Do you think you could… you could…” “Yes?” “Play with it? Some?” Ariel’s tail stroked down hard, sending a suggestive ripple through the calm water. It came back up and Ariel almost gasped as it cleared the surface, droplets raining down from it. “I hear humans like doing that, but I don’t know how it works, and maybe if I saw you doing it, then I’d understand.” “Sure thing. You did save my life, after all.” He moved closer so his cock was near her face. “It’s the least I can do.” He pumped his fist back and forth. Ariel’s tongue flicked at her lips as she watched his hand grow nearer, farther away… nearer again, bringing it with it a musky scent of the surface… “Oh, wow… it’s so big… it’s so big… that really goes into a woman…” Tony nodded. “Into her cunt… or her ass…” Had, in fact, that very day. Short-term memories washed over Tony, spurring his fist to faster action, his cock to a greater length. Ariel’s eyes were suddenly downcast, her voice mournfully heavy. “If only there was something I could do with it. I would love to know what it feels like inside a girl… it must be so good!” “Never heard any complaints… how about I show you?” “Show me? How?” “Lose the seashells. Show me your tits.” “My…” Ariel looked down, as if noticing her breasts for the first time. “’Tits.’” She rolled the unfamiliar word around on her tongue. Then she undid her bra. “My… tits…” Without anything in the way but a few strands of red hair, Ariel’s breasts were even more stupendous. Sleek and svelte to match the rest of her body, but somehow just a little more exuberant, a little more proud than the rest of her swimmer’s body. They thrust out boldly, never having known a day of gravity in their lives. “I’m gonna fuck those tits,” Tony promised, picking Ariel up and setting her down on her back, her breasts shimmering with beads of water in the sunlight. “I’m gonna take my cock and I’m gonna fuck. Your. Tits.” Ariel moaned helplessly, her eyes glazing over as she watched his cock slide up the V of her thighs, left bare by her scales, and up her trembling stomach. He straddled her and almost obediently, Ariel took his cock in her hand, rubbing his dripping precum from nipple to nipple, chin down on her neck to watch. “No wonder they’re so big!” Ariel said wonderingly. “This is what they’re meant for!” Tony groaned. “Put it in-between!” And Ariel obligingly placed his prick in the hot, smooth valley between her breasts, closing them on his manhood. “Fuck my tits! Fuck my tits like you promised!” Tony leaned over her head, her fiery hair spread all across the slate-gray rock, and looked down as his prick fucked in and out of her tits. As his cockhead slipped out of her cleavage, Ariel tried to lick it. Her tongue swiped lightly across his slit, but couldn’t get the rest into her mouth. “Your cock feels so good between my tits!” Ariel hissed, loving the sound of the word now. Her eyes were wild with desire, just watching the way his cock moved. She squirmed her tail on the rock, her insides bubbling with heat, pressure where she didn’t know her body could be anything but loose and empty. Tony fucked faster, his cock blurring back and forth with Ariel pressing her breasts down even harder around it. She could feel his heated balls dragging over her flesh, hairy and heavy, the sensation new enough to make her gurgle with desire. Until she couldn’t take it anymore. She needed this to stop, temptation to give way to satisfaction, and there was only one way for that to happen. She let go of her tits, locking her fingers in her hair instead. “I want you to—use yourself again. I want you to use yourself in my face!” “You mean, come in your face?” Tony watched Ariel nod, her eyes burning. “Careful. You might end up smelling like fish…“ Straightening above her, he pounded his cock frantically as Ariel watched with steamy eyes. She could see his balls swinging underneath, his cockhead growing larger. Her hands ripped out of her hair, went to his ass. She loved asses so much… “In my mouth!” she shouted. (His ass was so warm.) “Come in my mouth!” And, grabbing her by that lovely red hair, Tony rammed his cock between her lips. They were wide open, her tongue protruding as far as it could go. When he came, there was a lot of room in her mouth for him to fill. So it took a few moments for him to overflow down her chin. Ariel’s eyes were closed in ecstasy. He tasted salty, like the freshest seawater she’d ever swam through, but thick, like water turning to ice, yet warm as tropical waters. And there was so much of his cum, a river of it, flowing just for her. Every drop he gave landed either on her tongue or inside her open mouth, and she held it there until he was finished. Then she swallowed. The aftertaste was even better. So was the feeling of his hot seed resting in her belly. “And you do that,” she gasped, “between each other’s legs?” “Oh yeah.” “I need legs,” Ariel moaned, before refocusing on the cum dripping from her chin, dotting her breasts. She began massaging the precious warmth into her body, and as she rubbed, she sang. “Look at this cum, isn’t it neat? Shouldn’t it be dripping down to my feet—“ Tony was a little glad he faded out then. He never could carry a tune.