Fbailey narration identification number 691


The Mermaid


I was fishing when I first met her. I know of this very reclusive lagoon with a low island in the centre of it. The fishing is excellent and I always catch enough for dinner…which is usually only one fish. Not that I couldn't catch more but I couldn't eat more.

Actually I own that pocket-size island and all of the kingdom around that lagoon. I keep my boat on shore and I keep firewood near it. When I want to go fishing I slip my rowboat into the water and put enough firewood in it to falsify lunch.

On my island I have a very courteous fire pit that I built myself out of red bricks. I also have a lowly lean-to for shelter and a really comfortable hammock. In the shelter is an old sofa that someone threw out and a sea chest of drawers with pots and Pan, plates and cups, and ramification and spoonful. I put some matches, cd, and flashlights in there too.

My dockage is only twelve-foot long but that is plenty for my rowboat. On the far end of my bob is a very decent wooden chair with extensive armrests. There are pouch for beer cans and for two fishing poles. I even have a big beach umbrella attached to the back. Of course my beer is in a perforated box down in the water system on the end of a roofy. I also keep a bottle of Jack Daniel's in there too. I use it to time of year the fish.

In other language I can populate on my island for a month unless I get tired of eating fish and crapulence beer. Never !

Then one day I saw a girl swimming in my lagoon. I waved at her and she disappeared under the water. She did not issue forth up and I was afraid that she had drowned.

The next day I saw her again and that time she waved back at me and then disappeared under the surface.

On the third day she appeared, waved, and started to drown toward me. She walked up onto shore and smiled at me. She was stark raving nude person. She had no tattoos, not even her ears were pierced, and there was no jewelry of any kind. Her fingernails and her toenails were lifelike. Even her pussy was natural. I liked her immediately.

She spoke and she had a wonderful accent, Lusitanian I think, maybe even Brazilian. She said,"I like your water supply. If you want a nice rainbow trout I'd suggest that you throw your line of descent over there about 75 feet. If you can grab two of them I'll stay for lunch."

I asked,"Do you booze beer ?"

She laughed and said,"No ! I will just toast water from your lagoon."

I threw my line where she had said and I pulled a nice size trout in, then a second one. I cleaned them and started a fire.

We talked while the wood burned down into some really nice hot coals, then I put the fish on the grill. I pulled up my beer and took one while I splashed some Jack Book of Daniel's on the Pisces after I turned it over.

I appreciated her nude body and asked her name. She replied,"Mer Maid."

I asked,"What does Mer stand for ?"

She replied,"Nothing ! My parents had a sense of humor. Since our hold out name was Maid they decided to promise me Mer Maid. I was born in the weewee and I practically live in it."

I said,"You certainly swim like a Mermaid."

She said,"Thank you."

Then we ate the Fish and it was perfectly done. We had spent about three hours together with her naked the totally sentence. She thanked me for tiffin, kissed me adieu, and then walked into the water supply and disappeared under the surface.

That Nox I could not get her out of my caput. She came from nowhere and went the same way. Besides, I had never caught a rainbow trout in my lagoon before.

Could she really be a Mermaid ?

She did not show up for the next three Clarence Day but on the Forth River, there she was again. When I asked her where she had been, she replied,"I had my period and I can't go in the water…the sharks will get me."

I said,"This is fresh water, there are no sharks."

She said,"You can believe what you want."

I asked,"What should we eat for lunch today ?"

She smiled and said,"Over there is a schooling of pole. Why don't you catch us a few."

So it went on like that almost every day for two hebdomad. Then one day Mer asked me to make love to her. She said that being naked around me was exciting. She said that I had been a pure gentleman. Then she told me that I would make a goodness don for her children.

What !

Yes, apparently she was shopping around for a spermatozoan giver and she had picked me. Then it dawned on me that it was probably in the middle of her bicycle and during her fat sidereal day. I had been dreaming of making love to her, I was in love life with her, and so of course my answer was yes.

She insisted that we do it in the water. She wanted her children conceived in water and born in water.

I undressed in strawman of her for the first time. She smiled. Then she took my hand and walked me to the end of the dock. The water was just up to the underside of her breasts, her magnificent titty. She pushed me back against one of the stake, grabbed onto the deck with one hand, and then she wrapped her branch around me. She held my cock in her other hand and slipped her warm pussy down onto it. When her former hand got a good grip on my dockage she started to fuck me. She did all of the employment and it was quite different than bouncing around in bed or even on a waterbed. It was very exciting. It felt wonderful. Then I climaxed in her womb. She squealed like a lilliputian girl, untangled herself from me, and then put her feet up on my dock and floated on the surface of the body of water. I guess she was trying to let my spermatozoan swim downhill to her egg to feed it.

An hour later I got a really nice kiss, a thank you, and she was gone.

The next three days were the same. At night I thought about making erotic love to her every day for the quietus of my life. There was only one problem…the age departure. I was near sixty and she was near twenty.

The take after day I asked her to marry me. She laughed and said,"You don't have to do that."

I said,"But I want too."

She said,"You can arrive at love to me whenever you want too."

I replied,"No ! I can't ! Unless you are there when I want too."

She giggled and said,"OK, if that is what you want."

I said,"It is."

We were married the following month in a wide-eyed ceremony, in the water, in my lagoon. We were naked as usual in the water. The yoke that stood up for us were dressed and standing on the dock, as was the minister.

Over the following five years Mer gave nascency to five of the pretties girls that I had ever seen. Each one had Mermaid as her middle name.

I never tired of making love to her in the water.


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