Tom stepped forward, as her hands guiding him up into her. Once engaged she hung her arms around his neck and then wrapped her legs around him as he drove upwards and deep into her.
“Fuuuck yessss, you are super big, my hero.”
Tom pressed her against the tiled wall as he drove his shaft deep into her, her lovely soft breasts squashed between them. Her skin was smooth and cool, like marble. Back in his home world, Tom would have lost his load with a woman like this. Here she was barely 4th in line behind the soft fur of Sarah and Kitty and his rubbery mermaid princess. He could feel her tensing, building up her orgasm as drove into her time and time again. Her one hand searched to grab a small hand towel on the rail nearby and stuff it into her mouth. The hand towel stifled her screaming in ecstasy as orgasmic waves flowed over her after a week of celibacy with her stepmother.
“Mmmmmph…Armmmphhhhh…SCMmmmph…”
She relaxed and pulled her mouth gag free and whisperingly begged, “Oh, you super sex toy. I need you to fuck me like a dog, in the ass now, as we’re running out of time, she’ll wake up soon.”
Her legs broke free to stand, and her arms relaxed. Tom stood back, expecting her to drop onto all fours, but she led flat, face down on the cool tiled floor. Spreading her legs and her hands pulled her shining lubed cheeks apart. Her pre-lubed star ringed flower winking at him. She turned to look expectantly, with the hand towel back in her mouth.
Not wanting to disappoint her, he squatted down behind and slowly inserted his shaft head into her.
“Ekmmmph.”
Having pre-lubricated herself, Tom easily slipped deep into her. She wasn’t as tight as Pisces earlier. He was soon bottoming out on her cheeks. She brought her legs together, forcing Tom to straddle her bum and drive upwards. It seems this was her preferred position, as she started to moan at each thrust of Tom into her.
“Mmmph, mmph, mmph…”
Tom then remembered his experience with Becky and slapped her one cheek hard. She seemed to appreciate the resounding slap more than Becky. Her own hand slapped her own cheek to encourage him. So he took turns in slapping each cheek whilst driving into her.
“Mmmmph, mmmph, mmph…”
Her cheeks were glowing now and intermittently squeezing Tom, who could now feel his own orgasm growing, with that familiar sensation deep down. If he was the hero, he was going to do it his way. He wanted to see those glorious tits bounce. He withdrew, with her eyes questioning him, until he rolled her over, bent her legs over his shoulders, doubling her over. She was now nodding with the towel still in her mouth, realising his plan, her eyes bulging as he once again sought her rear target and re-entered her.
Leaning onto her thighs, bouncing and slapping off her cheeks, he drove in and upped his tempo to get her tits bouncing. He was mesmerised, enjoying their flowing movements, coupled with his insertions and the slap of her arse. She arched her back, screamed into her gagging towel. Her eyes bulging and clenched her tunnel around Tom as she was swept with fresh waves of orgasm.
Tom felt his own pleasure trigger and released his fountain into her, feeling it pulse and drain, holding her tight whilst driven deeply into her. She pulled the towel free; her hands grabbing Tom’s head to pull him into her and hold a deep long passionate kiss.
Tom now drained, pulled free to stand and watch her stretch and stand to dress, soaking in her hour glass figure and smudged red lipstick.
“Fuck, none of the boys at Uni have given me that. You are one super sex toy, my hero. Look next week I have to spend with my mum, but if I were to come back in two weeks can we have a rematch? Do they need another human helper, as I could do with a summer job?”
Tom panicked, he didn’t even know her name. The last thing he needed is another fuck buddy as he still had his mission to screw Becky straight and a midnight date with Pisces. Jeez?.
“Oh, I don’t know, I may have moved on by then, I don’t know what their plans are.”
He wasn’t sure if she had even heard him, as she was dressing in double-quick time. She was still buttoning her blouse when she turned to kiss him goodbye, “Hmm, that was fun, hero boy.” She unlocked the door, glanced outside and left.
Tom locked the door quickly, his mind racing with questions; would he get a fuck review? What if her step mum found out? She could taste & smell Kitty on him? What if she returns in 2 weeks? He was back walking that tightrope again.
Thirty minutes later he was showered and dressed in new clothes, making his way into the bar to see how he can help Kitty.
“Tom, one of the fisherdogs has said they need you down at the beach with Captain Brown.”
“Okay, thanks,” Tom thanked Kitty and started his way down towards the beach. The beach was busy with everyone at the water’s edge looking out to sea. Tom could see Captain Brown stood alongside the rocks at the base of the grassy knoll at the centre of the beach.
Two merpeople were swimming towards the outcrop of rocks. Captain Brown turned and beckoned Tom to him. Tom reached Captain Brown, and they both made their way out along the rocky outcrop to meet the merpeople.
Tom and Captain Brown could stand on a rock ledge that reached seawards out from the outcrop, inches above the waterline. The water in front of the rock was deep, allowing the merpeople to safely come close and tread water, without having to shout.
One was Pisces the Mermaid. The other was a large broad-shouldered Merman, with long grey hair and a long grey beard.
Captain Brown introduced them. “Tom, this is pod and regional merpeople school leader, Triton, and you know Princess Pisces.”
Triton swam forward, reached out and strongly shook Tom’s outstretched hand. “Tom, very pleased to meet you, Pisces has explained, and we are indebted to you for saving her.”
“Hey, I am just relieved I was there to see the buoy. Not being a fisherdog, I could easily have missed it or ignored it and cost Pisces her life.”
“We are all thankful, and for that reason, we have something for you.”
Triton then held his other hand out. Hanging from his hand was a thin gold chain and a pendant that looked like it had a short, straw, like shell. It impressed Captain Brown. Tom wasn’t so impressed, jewellery not being his first choice as any reward. But he took it and hung it around his neck.
Triton noticed this and explained. “I know it doesn’t look much, Tom. Blow three times through the shell under the sea and any merperson within hearing distance will come to your aid. You won’t hear anything, but to us it will be like you blowing a foghorn.”
“Thanks, I appreciate that and hope I never have to use it. But here is the 64 million dollar question; did you find what it was worth killing Pisces for?”
Now it was the turn of Pisces to swim forwards and handed Tom a plastic yellow box, about the size of a small sandwich box. About 4 inches wide by 6 inches long and 4 inches deep, looking like a waterproof box for camera equipment. It had snap-over toggle fixings and no lock. On the box was a sign, looking like something between a hazard symbol and a nuclear warning sign. Embossed on it were the letters IGC.