The beautiful mermaid grasped the base of Sailor Sam's penis in her soft, dainty hand. Locking her mesmerizing green eyes with his, she slowly bent her head down and brought her mouth to his swollen cock head. Her lips, plump and moist as the billows on the sea, gradually engulfed the purple head. Sailor Sam gasped as her soft lips slid down his shaft; the moisture and suction instantly transporting him to a state of extreme ecstasy. Her lips went further and further down his shaft, slowly sliding until she reached the gnarled gray hairs at the root. Sailor Sam gasped again as his cock head felt her throat muscles give it a playful squeeze. She then bobbed her head up and down, like a cork floating on the ocean, her perfect slippery lips teasing and caressing the sensitive skin of his shaft.
Sailor Sam had had many a fine blowjob in his long life, and this was already one of the best. But then he began to feel things he had never felt before. Inside her mouth, the mermaid's tongue lengthened and thinned out, until it was a long, slender tendril, like the tentacle of a jellyfish. She wrapped it around the sailor's cock, round and round many times, and gently pulsed the shaft with varying degrees of pressure, all the while maintaining the up and down motion of her lips sliding on the outside of the shaft. Sailor Sam gasped once again, and nearly swooned from the pleasure. He could feel the sweat breaking out on his brow and the pressure building up in his balls that indicated an orgasm was imminent.
But the mermaid wasn't finished yet. She lengthened her tongue still further, and the tip, still inside her talented mouth, began to probe the pee-hole at the end of the sailor's cock. Slowly it slithered inside, sounding deeply into his urethra, probing the ulta-senstive tissues that had never before known a caress. The pulsing of the tongue coils and the sliding of the lips kept up as well.
This was all that Sailor Sam could take. His orgasm exploded like a sea-spout, launching a gigantic charge of jism straight from his balls. The mermaid quickly withdraw the slender tip of her tongue from his urethra, and let the load of creamy white fluid fill her mouth. She used the coiled length of her tongue to massage his shaft, peristalsis style, to milk out every drop of cum and every ounce of pleasure.
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But before we go any further with our story, let's go back in time a bit, and see how Sailor Sam came to find himself in this happy circumstance. He was born in the midwest, but had always yearned for the sea. At the age of fifteen, he ran away from home, lied about his age, and joined the Navy. After twenty years, he took his pension and joined the Merchant Marine, sailing the commercial seaways of the world. During all this time, he became an expert seaman, and could sail any craft through any kind of sea.
Also during all this time, he heard many strange tales and legends. He heard of sunken treasures, ghost ships, and floating cities. He learned of pirates and privateers, of sea monsters and mermaids, of giant squids and lost continents. He heard about Davy Jones and the Kraken and Fiddler's Green. But most of all, he heard tales of the Crown of Atlantis, the fabled jewel of the sunken city, lost in the mists of antiquity. It was said to be the most beautiful piece of jewelry ever crafted by the hand of man, gleaming with gold and silver and all manner of precious gemstones. Born in the sea, and resplendent with all the magic and beauty of the maritime world, Sailor Sam found that he wanted it, needed it, craved it, more than he had ever wanted any single object in his entire life.
And so he retired from the Merchant Marine, and using both his pensions, he bought himself the swiftest little one-man craft ever built, and commenced to combing the oceans of the world for the fabled lost crown of the lost civilization.
The epic tale of how he eventually found the Crown is a story for another day, however. Today's story is about the mermaid. So for now, suffice it to say that he spent ten years, survived many harrowing adventures, and faced untold dangers. Until, at last, he found himself on a tiny island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, holding the Crown of Atlantis in his hands! He spent a full hour staring at it, standing there on the beach, mesmerized, marveling at its great beauty.
Then he heard a small sound, off in the distance, like the keening of a kitten. He swiveled around, looking for the source of the sound. His jaw dropped when his eye fell upon the face of a young woman, lying some ways down the beach, and pinned under a giant piece of driftwood!
He ran to her. Her face was absolutely stunning; the most beautiful face he had ever seen. Bright shiny green eyes, high cheek bones, porcelain skin, and long, wavy blonde hair. Her lips were two luscious buds that begged to be kissed.
She was clearly naked, and Sailor Sam couldn't help but notice the most beautiful pair of breasts that he had ever seen in a long life of staring at breasts. They were neither too large nor too small, but just right. They were perfectly proportioned, and seemingly exempt from gravity. The nipples were pink and pert, and begging to be sucked.
He could not see below her waist, however, due to the giant log pinning her down. As he approached, she called out to him.
"Please, sir, save me! I am trapped and will surely perish here!" Her voice was like a crystal bell, ringing out against the sea wind, clear and crisp and beautiful. It was a voice he could listen to forever. He ached to hear her speak his name.
"I'm coming, miss!" yelled Sailor Sam as he ran. When he reached the woman, he tore his gaze away from her beautiful face and breasts long enough to survey the situation. The giant driftwood, smooth and white, completely covered her body below her waist. It was at least twenty feet long and no doubt weigh hundreds of pounds.
Sailor Sam didn't even stop to think. He grasped the log at its thickest point, and heaved with all his might. Of course it didn't budge. He spat on his palms and tried again. Nothing. Then he looked into the face of the woman, intending to tell her not to worry, that he would think of something. But as soon as his eyes locked with hers, he felt a strength, a potency, that he had never felt before. It filled his muscles and his bones and he felt like Superman. He gritted his teeth, heaved with all his might, and tossed the chunk of wood four feet backwards.
The woman quickly wiggled away from the spot where she had been pinned. She looked up at Sailor Sam with gratitude in her eyes, and in her beautiful clear bell of a voice, said, "Thank you, kind sir! You have saved my life, and I will forever be your slave and servant."
Sailor Sam was about to say that there was no need for all that, but the words died in his throat as he caught a sight of the woman's body below the waist. As you have no doubt figured out by now, she was a mermaid, and was all fish from the belly-button down! A long, supple body, covered with gleaming green scales, and terminating in a double-finned tail. She flapped her tail provocatively at him.
Sailor Sam stared at her, mouth open. He had of course heard of mermaids, and like most sailors, he considered their existence a possibility. But he had never expected to see one, let alone one this beautiful. He dropped to the sand, stunned, and sat staring at her.
"Let me show you my gratitude," said the mermaid, and she slithered up between Sailor Sam's legs as he sat on the beach. One of her beautiful hands reached out and untied the knot of the rope holding up his breeches...
