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We were having sex, and I started having this fantasy that he washed up on a remote, rocky shore and was discovered by some beautiful big-titted mermaids.





First they took turns blowing him, curious and happy. He was surrounded by them.





When he ejaculated down the throat of the 20th mermaid, his entire body spasming, he felt a twinge of guilt, thinking of me, but it had been one of the most erotic experiences of his life.





Then they let him sleep, and when he woke up, he was alone with a mermaid. She made love with him on the rocky shore as waves crashed.





It turned out they had lost all their mermen, and the mermaids all wanted merbabies, so they were hoping that anarchist boyfriend would impregnate all of them.





At first he was clumsy. He had never touched a mermaid before. She smelled of the sea. Her long hair was tangled with kelp. They had a language barrier. They communicated nonverbally.





She was wild, free, and so horny for him, with such lovely tits. It had been a long time since any dick was in her pussy. She’d forgotten what it felt like and was shocked at how his large dick easily filled her.





And right away, she was starry eyed for him, how kind he was to her with his body. The mermen had been mean. He held her, and they moved together, working together toward an intense pleasure, and then they got more urgent, then frenzied.





Anarchist boyfriend had never made a mermaid come before. He was mystified. He planted his seed in her as deeply as he could, slightly embarrassed.





Then she looked scared and made sounds he didn’t expect, grabbing him hard and crying as she came. He was in love with all the mermaids.





One by one, they visited him. Every few hours, a new mermaid would arrive, wanting to be impregnated.





He learned to love fucking the shit out of them. One day he’d do it fast. The next day, he’d see how slowly he could go, with how much kissing and tenderness.





One day, he thought he’d see how hard her could fuck them. He was amazed by how hard they liked it. No matter how hard he fucked, they wanted it harder. He wondered about the mermen.





He learned to tell them apart and what each particular mermaid liked best, from the oldest, smiling fat one with graying hair, to the youngest, who came again and again on his dick, nearly screaming. He gave them all exactly what they wanted.






He was half-delirious with lust, exhaustion, and the sea.





They would bring him fish jerky and seaweeds to eat, fresh water to drink. He’d eat, sleep, relieve himself. But his whole life was fucking mermaids. Wow. For months, maybe.





And then the mermaids did start getting pregnant. They had what they wanted. But by then, using anarchist boyfriend's body was their joy.





He watched their bellies grow. He fucked them more gently. He turned them on their sides and lay behind them, fucking them sweetly, caressing their plump tits and wondering what the babies would look like.





A few mermaids didn’t get pregnant, so he tried harder with them, glad to have a challenge. He ejaculated in them, over and over again, on those shifting rocks.





When the first baby was born, the mother brought it to him, to show him his child. He had been in love with all the mermaids, but now he was a father to their children also. He kissed the merbaby’s head.





I think the merkids grow up and are very strong--they build boats and make it to another island where they find other merfolk to mate with and rediversify.





But forever they have some folklore about a kind human who washed up on their shore and revived their group with his beautiful, generous body.






The first time I thought of this story and told it to anarchist boyfriend, I imagined myself one of the mermaids as he fucked me, and I came on his dick, which surprised us, but we like the story.